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Intro. Anna looked at the rain, sitting on the old sofa, once gray, but now blackened from dust and dampness. Dark drops outside the window blurred, leaving no traces. Blood flowed down the cheek. The sky, covered with a dense hare, seemed to reflect the darkness of her soul. The rain created an endless symphony of hopelessness and emptiness, strange, like its life - the void, which has always been with it.

Anna Dmitrievna (engineer of the top-secret Soviet biological laboratory TBSM-17)

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