Memento_mori: I once went to wash a cup at work here to drink coffee. Circle in the shape of a skull. I wanted to sleep a lot that day and I was advised to pour soluble coffee in Schweppes instead of water - it boosts better, like. I come back to myself - I have a body in a rift in the doorway. I was surprised, confronted with myself, asking what I really wanted? He begins to tell me that he works with us, that he is our cleric, that we can turn to him if anything, etc. He speaks, and himself looks at the sides and listens. And I have an atmosphere for such conversations that is not entirely available - in columns black some, on the walls corresponding pictures, half-dark. While he was talking and looking at the walls, I was preparing coffee. She got a cup, put a cup of coffee there, took Schweppes and poured it into a cup. In the bowl, it immediately broke, burst, and a brown-colored foam suddenly rolled through the edge, pouring everything out there for me. He was frightened at the matter, and I took it and knocked on the blue eye: "Do you want vodka?" He said: "No!I went out and I didn’t see him again. Most importantly, I didn’t even plan anything like that :-)