The provincial city. The Winter. I am a fifth grade student in the second shift. At 5 a.m. after class, it is dark as at night. When I returned home one day after class, when I walked out of the school gate, I was shouted:

You hear little! I turned around - in front of me stood a big guy without a hat in a tightly stretched shovel.

Are you smoking? He continued.

I noticed under his eye a "lamp" while he barely stood on his feet and smelled a stink. He pulls his cloth with broken goats to squeeze my hand.

Do you have a strain? He asks me. I don’t quite understand what this is, I answered no at all.

My name is Leha Lobov, I am a pyjama of men. I betrayed that strange guy. I stood in full shock and didn’t know what to answer.

If you need someone to find me, I will fight for you. After these words, the drunken Leha walked a wandering walk on a dark street. I never saw him again. I have never used the services of the ghost.