I sat on my chair and looked drowsily into the window. I hated night shifts, even if it was only for the money, I hated them. The stained window only showed shadowy images of high mountains, humongous trees, and rocks that were about to fall.
"Achoo!"
I wiped my nose on a handkerchief. The place had opened back in 1917, if that kid hadn't killed his parents at the carousel... everything would have been going fine. Now it had opened again and called me to work as a night-shift guard. I didn't want to... but they paid handsomely. If I worked here for one month, I could receive 89,0000 Russian rubble!
"Ring, ring, ring!"
"Dobriy vecher, what can I do for you?"
"You arrived?"
"Yes, what should I do?"
"Not much. Look around and keep an eye peeled for kids. They come here and often steal things"
"Sure. What about emergencies?"
"In the drawer. Ammunition is inside, if you want more, look in the garage"
"Okay. Paka, Daniel"
"Paka, Kira"
He cut the call. Daniel was my boss and my friend. He was short-tempered and narcissistic. If it weren't for his wife asking him to tell me all the detail of the job, he would not.
I dragged the chair to the door and opened it. It was snowing and the temperature had dropped to -4 degrees Fahrenheit.
