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It all boils down to the 3rd night, when everyone thought I was killed by a Cossack. In reality, it was a Crusader who was redirected by a Dryad to target me. That's why it was such a notorious coincidence.
Now, I'll explain why I refused the role of the Cossack. I thought he would die very quickly. And when the winner started claiming that role, I wasn't against it, but I made it clear to the town that I considered him a Mafia member. I'll find the relevant post.
Now, about Jack. He has repeatedly indicated that he is not the character in question. I'll find the posts again, and now that there's no other option, he'll suddenly take the bull by the horns and start trying to eliminate me, while simultaneously accusing Lynx (who might be a Werewolf, but definitely not an Angel, because the Angel is 100% Jack, I'll find more information about this), so that there's a candidate for execution besides such a modest veka like him.
Basically, that's the gist of it. The only thing missing here is evidence, just like Jack has against me. I'll take care of that now.
жизни выцветшие карточки хлам лиц расквашенные лампочки хлам между жидких начинаний сам в крови воспоминаний поваляться захотел
Молодое зло телами в масле Застилает взор багровый зной Если хочешь ты чтоб я был счастлив Наизнанку вывернись со мной Бахромою плоть дурная драма До рассвета нервы в решето Валидола вмажь по вене мама За моё счастливое ничто