Cheese in a mousetrap (Cheese in the Trap) (№ 217120)

Muddy whitish smoke pressing on my shoulders. We are surrounded by impenetrable fog, and we wander into it, blindly bumping into each other. I never expected that someone would come and grab my hand. I can be one. Feelings of confusion and helplessness become for me perfectly habitual. I learned to remain calm and unruffled.