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Flying home, I sincerely hoped that my plane would crash. At least one of the two, since I was flying with a layover in Moscow. Such mega bad luck, both in Heroes and in poker, and in total – it shouldn't exist in nature. Only two things bring me joy: I don't have to comb my hair, and I have no desire to play these stupid games. Big respect and gratitude to the organizers; I doubt I could pull this off in Minsk. I can't do anything anyway. My stupid bald head doesn't even know how to take a Crypt with a Castle. I took a flask of cognac to work and am just getting drunk, looking at the rain outside the window and not talking to anyone. Maybe I'll kill someone soon. I have the perfect hairstyle for it.