A very middle-aged woman entered the subway car, brazenly pushing aside passengers, although there were very few of them. She stepped on his foot painfully and didn't even apologize. "What a bitch!" flashed through Yura's head, "How unpleasant her face is." He wasn't in the mood anyway, and then there was this everyday rudeness. The woman stood very close, annoying with her mere appearance, not to mention the fact that she tried to lean on him as if against a wall. Public transport be damned!

After passing several stations, she got out. And he watched her go. A look full of hatred. With that "it" look. Or rather, almost exactly the same. Today she will feel bad. Very bad. Chronic diseases will worsen. They might even call an ambulance for her. However, she won't die. He won't kill today. What he didn't have enough of was killing people right on the subway. You still have to restrain yourself.

This started with him quite a long time ago... Or no, not like that. This gift, skill, ability (call it what you want), this ability appeared to him quite a long time ago. Although, what does "appear" mean? He always had it. Here a classmate angers Yura with something, and as soon as he glances, but with anger, at the offender, he stumbles out of the blue and falls. Alternatively, already at the institute, a fellow student over a glass of beer said something unflattering about the girl Yura liked, and now his friend's glass knocked over by itself, and he, floridly swearing, tries to dry his trousers. And Yura averts his eyes, burning with anger, to the side. Yes, it has always been like this. The "talent" just developed later. It developed to such proportions that one day Yura was "jinxed" to death. This happened after that incident... But there is no need to talk about this.

Can anyone deny the power of the human gaze? In theory, the eyes are a receiving device. This is according to science. In practice, not everything is quite like that. Eyes can also radiate. And this is not just a literary expression. Haven't you sometimes felt someone's gaze on your back? Isn't there a special energy visible in the eyes of a living being?

There was one "but" in all this. One small "but". One day Yura went on a trip with friends. By car. And something happened there... He can't even remember what. However, he just got very angry. The car was driving along the highway, and Yura accidentally glanced at the right rearview mirror. He saw reflection there and... eyes. The car suddenly skidded. The driver turned the steering wheel sharply. They overturned and flew to the side of the road. Fortunately, no one was hurt - they escaped with a slight fright. Nevertheless, he remembered this incident for a long time.

Yura still went to work. But he did it more for show. Out of caution, perhaps. He didn't want to attract unnecessary attention to herself. Films about killers perched on rooftops with rifles and optical sights made him laugh sincerely. Of course, he was not familiar with real killers. However, he despised them in absentia. He worked differently.

Now it doesn't matter how the first customer reached him and how Yura received his first task and his first victim. This became his job. Only the weapon is not a rifle, pistol or knife, but his own opinion.

Today, like every Tuesday, he went to an Internet cafe to check his e-mail. There was an order: photographs, route to work and home, main places of leisure. Everything is as usual. The money has already been transferred to the account. To remove them, he needs a special password, which he will receive after completing the case. He looked at the photo. Such an ordinary bourgeois. Plump, short, blond. Yes, come on, what difference does it really make to him? And now Yura is already standing, waiting for his victim at the restaurant. A few seconds of direct gaze is enough for him. Unfortunately, not through photos. It's a pity.

Now the main thing is to tune in. You need to get angry. Remember someone and get angry. Whom? Well, at least the woman in the subway. Her impudence and rudeness, bad perfume and faded evil face. Oh, public transport is an inexhaustible well! For this reason alone, he should refuse to buy a car. Although, who knows, who knows... Maybe driving also has its own sources of "inspiration"?

And now it's time! The businessman comes out. Yura stands a little further away and looks at him with anger. Something unusual is happening here. The victim felt the gaze. The little man turns sharply, and Yura meets his eyes. The man has cold gray eyes. Like two ice mirrors. And these eyes look at Yura carefully and curiously. Then the little man smiles and takes something out of his pocket. Yura involuntarily turns his gaze to a small mirror edged with a gold frame in the form of intertwined snakes. And even at such a distance he sees his reflection there.

Darkness. Yura woke up in complete darkness. He didn't remember what happened or how he got home. Moreover, is he at home? He can't see anything, damn it! Pitch darkness. Yura tried to get out of bed and feel for his slippers with his bare feet. It worked. The slippers were in their usual place. Already good. So it's still home. Nevertheless, you have to turn on the light. What nonsense!? There is no light even in the windows. Not a single ray of light. It's as if the windows are shuttered. Yura goes where, in his opinion, he should there is a switch. On the way, he hits his foot painfully on the edge of the table. He curses and moves on, carefully placing his hands in front of him. However, it's good, at least the table is in its usual place. Yura simply forgot about him. Here's the switch. Click. Second. No reaction. Is there really something wrong with the light? Okay, let's move on. Then the same situation. Click and complete darkness.

What's the matter? Yura feels his face with his hands. Instead of eyes there is emptiness and soft hollows of the eye sockets. For some reason he don't want to stick his fingers in there.