Quoted By:
Today, after a long day attending important matters in my office, I went to my fridge for a refreshing glass of milk when I, horrified, came to the realization that the milk carton was too much very light. My mind was troubled, my hands were shaking, for I could not believe what was happening to me. No, this couldn't possibly be. Not the milk.
And it was not just the milk. In front of me stood an empty fridge with nothing but an almost empty recipient which, much resembling my life, someone had left in shambles. And I knew who that someone was. There I stood, aghast, in absolute terror of the misdeeds that being was capable of. Sergey Nazarov, how could you have done this to me? We were supposed to be in all of this together!
I finally came to realize the infinite atrocity this man was eager to bring onto other people as I scoured throughout the kitchen in search of something to eat: The cupboards. The shelves. The mice trap I left the night before. All empty. He had not only devoured every little thing in my kitchen but had the courage to leave but a carton with barely any milk left -when the thirst was eating at me the most- to make my soul weary and extinguish all hope in me. Such a perverse villain shall never be allowed to run free.
With a heavy heart but with faith in a better tomorrow, I vowed that day that I would find the man that did this to me and make him pay for it.
