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I remember that case from childhood when I, having lost my parents, grew up with some relative whom I had never seen in my life.

I then returned home through the dark courtyards and streets of the city. I don’t even remember its name, because all this was erased from my memory as unnecessary information, leaving only the most important. What made me the very superhero who was recognized as the strongest. At that time, there was no universal control of the invisible eye of the state over each of the streets, and therefore it was often possible to come across a company that beats someone, rapes, robs. Cars of superheroes drove around the streets every now and then, spewing jet flame from their engines, and spotlights with their emblems shone in the sky. After all, it was easier to call the defender of the city, who is hiding and does not want to give his pager number to anyone other than his associates in the case.

And on one of those evenings, I was returning home. It was dark all arou
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