Victoria seemed to be surrounded by a barely permeable veil. She heard voices, loud orders, quick footsteps, but the sounds were so vague, as if everything was happening in parallel space. At the same time, she knew for sure that the first shootings were to begin outside, on the deck, just a few meters from her cabin. Suddenly voices drowned out sobbing: "Mommy, Mommy, why don't you come?" She opened her eyes in horror. The voice resembled her son’s favorite toy. Dirk? The woman wanted to jump up, but immediately felt a noise in her head and again leaned back on the pillows . She saw something incredible.... From the closet to the door moved the shadow . Dirk. “Dirk!” she wanted to scream, but instead of shouting, she got only a whisper. "Dirk, how did you get here?" The child turned around and suddenly began to cry. Victoria's heart was clenched with horror.. She wanted to take him in her arms and comfort him, but her feet did not listen to her. She lay helpless on the couch and listened to Dirk cry.