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When Asmidul crossed the threshold of the Sizki University and looked around, memories flooded back. Here he is, descending from the theologians' hall into the almost deserted hall, here he is greeted by Zavirushka Snegoles, who tells him something sweetly, here he grabs her by the neck with both hands and squeezes her trachea with all his might, she looks at him with incomprehension and fear, tears stream down her cheeks, saliva runs from her mouth, later her body goes limp right in his arms, and he, as if nothing had happened, goes home to sleep.
Today, there were fewer people at the university than usual - classes were canceled, and only a few nameless "dlaniks" were doing their own thing.