One unpleasant day. - You know, one of my friends, here he is, in the next barrel, wanted to get a lot of money from this substance! Drugs. You understand, - the madman gundosil, filling the syringe with some kind of bluish substance. Still, he would not gundosil - I turned his nose nobly! Only he could still heat me on the head with a pipe and tie me up. So I now sit in the middle of an abandoned furniture factory, tied in a barrel. And all would be fine if it were not for seven more barrels around, from which the heads of dead people stick out...