Dreams.

I dreamt of a long corridor. I was walking through it when suddenly I fell, spent about twenty minutes in darkness, and then I found myself near a small market in our Siberian town. The entire place was covered with pictures of my friends, each with the caption "Wanted," and in the center was my picture. I peeked around the corner and saw a lot of police and soldiers. Suddenly, someone gently pushed me from behind. I turned around and saw a soldier. I noticed one of the posters – the soldier's name was Andrey Alekseevich Antipin. He told me that he was just like me, that he and the rest of us, the students, had stolen several tanks and planes, and taken a few crates of AK-47s from the warehouses, and we had started what he called a "School Revolution." Seeing the confusion in my eyes, he explained that the students, led by 8B (my class), had killed all the teachers and were defending the school. At first, only the police attacked the school, but they were all killed. Then, the military continued the siege, but they didn't believe we were strong enough and sent small detachments. But recently, on a reconnaissance mission, he learned that the military realized the seriousness of the situation and understood that we were a dangerous infection, a major problem for society. They decided to drop a missile on us (not a real one, but a small warhead – let most of the Siberian town be destroyed, but we will be killed). They had already evacuated the people, and the missile was supposed to be launched in ten minutes. We had to save everyone. We ran to the school as fast as we could, and we managed to reach the deputy principal's office, which had become our command center, but we were too late. At that very moment, we exploded...