- Dear Class D, We have arranged with the board that you will be released early. We invite you to Sector One. A guard will guide you further.

In total, about twenty people went to the designated place. There was a guard there who told us to put our things in the lockers and split into two equal groups. We went to separate rooms under the pretext of waiting for transport, when suddenly we heard a hissing sound like the sound of leaking gas.

Panic broke out. After a moment, I felt the taste of bitter almonds in my mouth. at that moment I remembered how in my youth my mother took me to the hospital for a tonsillectomy.

Several people tried to get out through the door, but without success. Two other people started praying. One by one, each of us lost consciousness. The last thing I remembered is that taste in my mouth...

It took me about an hour to come to my senses. Was I really that lucky? I had just survived termination....

I quickly closed my eyes and began to breathe shallowly so no one would notice. Suddenly, two, maybe three people entered the room. One started talking..

- Finally... At least we have them out of the way.

- Don't be so happy, in a month we have to do it again.

- Stop talking already. Let's get them out of here.

After these words I felt as they put me most likely on a trolley cart. I felt the movement and that something heavy was pressing me down.

After an unspecified time we stopped. Suddenly one of those people threw me on something warm and soft. I waited until they left and their voices died down, I opened my eyes.

It turned out that I was lying on the dead body of another Class-D. I immediately stood up as quickly as if lightning had struck me.