Darya Romanovich. Suggestion (№ 83955)

It was like to stand in the way of a tornado, every cell of his body soaking up the lethality of the moment, feeling his own insignificance before the face of the destructive power of the primitive element. You know what the next second will die, and I can't move, can't look away, mesmerized by the eye of the hurricane, paralyzed the gentle breeze of death.