A large aircraft carrier and a plane flying over it
The knife is lying on a thick book and there is a whiskey with a pipe next to it
My head is like an apple today, and it hurts as if under fire
A woman not with a weapon but with a ladle in her hands
To plunge into this world and remain without emotions is not real
The weapon is not loaded, the cartridges are nearby
What kind of hero do you want to become, think about it