A letter to an old friend

[Carys]

Lying in his hospital room, Shmatko received a message on his NeuralNet. It was from Biryukov. After reading the message, he replied with just a short:
-“Understood, I'll wait.”

After sending it, the officer waited humbly to be taken away from the white hospital walls, so clean that they seemed to glow along with the sun of the new Moscow.
-“They could at least hang some dark curtains...”
he muttered to himself and stared at the ceiling, as if dying from the lack of anything to do and the silence that reigned in the ward.

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