Character: Andrew Stilman

I have a drawback: I don't believe in good news.

Over and over again, the same question arises: how does the authorities manage to turn normal people into shoulder masters, how can a father of a family return home, kiss his wife and children after tormenting and killing other women and children all day?

I can't help myself, it's stronger than me. There are places, irritating both memory. With her I experienced the happiest moment of his life. Here and stagger under her Windows, sit on the bench, reminiscing. Sometimes I see the two of us - two shadows included in house purchases in the shop on the corner. Hear her laughter, her jokes, look at the spot where she always put the package looking for the keys. Sometimes I even get up from the bench, like how to lift her pack, in a crazy hope that the door will open and life will resume when interrupted... the Idiocy, of course, but that makes me feel good!