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Rescue
Yvan Abramov
On the other side of the road in bad weather, heat and cold promised Satan the hornless a hefty jackpot for the soul.
And my friend, a lover of money, went to the promises proudly, but the angel, his guardian, pushed under the wheels of the Ford.
"Dead!" - say the ignorant. But I suffered an epiphany: throwing away your clothes, the soul found salvation.