The tangle of intrigue is shrinking. Draws you in with barbed wire, trying to confuse and destroy. Every second person has a knife behind him, and every first person wants to use you. But you always knew that people were still pieces of smelly substance, right? Help, support? What are you talking about? They can only betray, delighting their ego. Only you yourself have long changed. And ready to walk on the corpses of enemies, cutting through the path to the future. To the very one where nothing will threaten you, and everyone to whom you wished death will finally die.