Oh my god Matt what is going on through there? They're taking the computers and the microphones,

TVs everything speakers.

I don't know.

Well they said they're bailiffs and that you told them they could do it.

I might be in a little bit of financial trouble, but I

can sort it if you could just lend me a few quid. All I need is 15 grand and

this all goes back to normal. Jesus, okay, right I'm going to go home and just like

ring around and like just see what we can do. Okay, when you get home, you're not going to want to sit down or lie on a bed or watch

tell you or anything, are you?

Why? Nothing. A. May 2019. Ater, Meyorka.

Boris walks through the dark desolate building.

It's heavy wooden shutters drawn to keep out the sun.

He stops at the large dining table where flies

linger on the remnants of a child's birthday cake. Boris feels a mixture of

revulsion and nostalgia.

This place was once the sight of so much joy.

Now look at it.

He forces himself to keep walking,

through an empty hallway covered in crude graffiti.

Oh, Shiza.

Boris picks up the pace.

Flings open the doors leading outside to the 50 meter swimming pool, long drained of its water.

...