I'm pushing hard on the brake . I hear the shrieking of tires . Surely the wheels leave a trace of black stripes on the asphalt . But the car does not stop; because of the blocked wheels, it turns to the left and, like a toy, takes off, turns, beating off the sides of myself and me. In the face with a whistle hits the airbag . The shards of broken glass tickle my face. After turning over for the last time, the car lands up the wheels. I'm hanging. The seatbelt is hard to breathe, I try to move, there is a wave of pain on my body, I feel like chop meat. The bloody nose catches the smell of gasoline, thunders the explosion, the body embraces unbearable pain, and then darkness comes. I open my eyes, I have a snow-white shirt like a baptismal . In the hands of paper, and on it a beautiful handwriting derived the Arabic figure of four ... Where did I go?