I spoke on the phone with my companion, normally talking about affairs, about life, and about different things. He was just telling me about his work, as suddenly in the middle of his story he interrupted himself with a phrase:

A second, I’ll call back.

He did not call back. Not in ten minutes, not in a week, not even in six months. I tried to call him first, but the phone was turned off. I tried to reach him through common acquaintances, but no one knew neither in the dream nor in the spirit where he was now and what he was doing.

And then the other day he called again and as nothing happened to know how I was doing things and all that. When I asked him what he was talking about, and where he actually stumbled during the last conversation, the comrade calmly explained that he was tired of all this shit.

He told me something on the phone, suddenly he became sad for his meaningless life (apparently cosmic urine hit his head) and he wildly stumbled, well, he decided to bring diversity to life in a very reluctant way: swelled up and left to Vladivostok (the case was in Rostov) for 8 months (! ) is Why his wounded soul decided to treat it there - "and the hell knows." And the phone specially cut off so that no one refused him to come back.