Onufry Stepanov, nicknamed the Blacksmith - this is the very strange character our contemporary gets into. It hurt plus or minus everything. Hammers banged in my head. And so, you know, obsessively and painfully knocked. There was fog before my eyes. Where am I? In the hospital? Since everything hurts, it is clearly in the wrong world. I tried to scream, to call someone. They have some painkillers, let them be injected as soon as possible - there is no patience! Some slurred wheeze came out. Gradually, the haze retreated from his eyes, but it did not become clearer. I lay on something soft, but incomprehensible. Obviously not on bed. The smell from all this soft was some kind of pretentious and unpleasant. Moreover, this soft one swayed distinctly, moved.