I drew cartoonish versions of Olivier Giroud and Mats Hummels. I know I did a bad job with the noses, but I also included a picture of for each of the Футбол players in case some of Ты didn't know how they looked like.
I put my face up to the clear glass object, inhaling and exhaling leaving my hands by my sides. "No," I whispered,"this can't be," I repeated. I had Остаться в живых hope, my insides turning inside out. I will not let it end here, I will not allow this to turn to dust. I slowly put my fingers to the knob, slowly opening the door and feeling the burst of air hit my face."I will not let this happen," I have дана up all means of life, it was impossible. What had happens happened. I was not the supreme ruler, there was nothing I could not rule over, I looked inside of the object and put my hand through the darkness and felt something hard yet soft. I pulled it out, and muttered one word before I fell into oblivion,"egg."