I laced up the berets, checked if I was pushing everything in my pockets - Psycho's duty set, flashlight, mirror, two packs of cigarettes, walkie-talkie in my inner pocket, headset - and fastened my jacket. Adrenaline in the blood was slowly gaining degrees, there were a couple of hours left before the game, and everything was already ringing inside with anticipation. She quickly braided her tail into a braid so as not to interfere, and threw her backpack over her shoulder. Everything, ready. - Mom, I'm off! I'll close the door in the morning! shouted and took the handle. "Uh-huh," Mom looked out of the room, looked around me and sighed. - Be careful there, extreme...