Once in my teenage years, when I spent my summer in the village at the construction site of a summer cottage (to buy a house for my regretfully early dead parents apparently did not allow pride) a rotten log hit me on the head, which served as a support for the same rotten fence. It hurt. So that's what I'm about... At least the rail hit my head. Several times in a row she fell from a height of about five meters. I vomited directly into the toilet, and suddenly the decreased strength was only enough to be glad that I did not start why I actually came here - otherwise I would kneel in a puddle of my own urine... - It would be necessary... bh-e-e... to the doctor... bhe-e bhe-e-e... go... bh-e-e!.. The whole body was stabbed, as if I had been doused with liquid nitrogen, and then stuffed into the mouth of a volcano, having previously been beaten. Mother of God... Really picked up a new sore somewhere? Received the interface... Received the title... Received the ability... Good luck, Unknown character!