draspagin stands up and looks quickly around before running towards one of the buildings. the sounds of war rise: bomber jets, machine gun, siren wails. he jumps inside the beckoning doorway and crawls into the corner of a room. the lamp is off, crackling on only once and twice, and in those short flashes sees a "woman" in another corner.

WOMAN i won't survive this bombing DRASPAGIN (confused, staring at the figure appearing and disappearing) what? WOMAN the bombing. it is my last... DRASPAGIN (shivers, stares at the lightbulb flashing on and off) everyone says that... WOMAN (after a pause) i know you... draspagin DRASPAGIN how do you know my name? WOMAN there is blood on my hands, blood on your hands... and then the blood runs true... search for -him-... search for the symbol DRASPAGIN blood? symbol? what are you talk-

screeching noise sounds out as white light begins to fill everything... draspagin discovers himself in whiteness which dances around him, he screams, screams, and blood begins running from his nose. another woman appears in front of him, naked, as the light begins to fade. she reaches foward, grabs his head and wraps a hand around his neck, wiping blood from his nose, lips with the other hand, then carefully draws an esotaric symbol on her chest with the blood. she then walks backwards into the darkness. a white spotlight dances across draspagin, flashing him in differant positions... his clothes begin to burn... and he collapses backwards... he opens his eyes, back in the small room. The lamps flickers and turns on. now he can see where he is. the walls are scrawled with blood, with which "draspagin 48-73" and the esotaric symbol have been written. at one side a worn-out poster can be seen: "FRICA NEEDS YOU! CONSCRIPT AND DIE IN FOREIGN LANDS!"