A gray cat with a white breast and paws is lying at home on the sofa
The robot writes a word on the wall, and there is a weapon next to it
Tokarev's self-loading rifle with cartridges and TNT is on the plank floor
The tank rides on the ground and there is fire nearby
Two bullets are left in the drum and one is lying next to the barrel
Abstraction, az of letters and words is a complicated gun
Full afterburner and blood is pounding in my veins