Moscow, NO.14 Hospital-affiliated nursing home.
Yarebin, as usual, leaned on a cane and slowly walked to a shaded corridor, then sat down next to a pillar he liked.
Since getting an artificial hip joint, Yarebin rarely walked, but he enjoyed the morning sun and air.
As always, Yarebin sat in the corridor, looking at the environment he had lived in for five years. Everything was familiar, everything was decaying and rotting with no return. Yarebin realized he truly hated this place, everything here reminded him that he was dying.
