#Chapter9
/"Okay, I'm going outside for a walk till it's cooked./"
I went out to search for another opponent who I could challenge and get myself killed. As you mortals must have noticed, death is the sole purpose of my life. Everything else is secondary. It was July noon. Usually, the weather in Moscow is pretty good because it's so far from the ocean, but it can get chilly sometimes in the summer, or it can be hot and sticky. You never know. But that noon was particularly warm.
I sat under a tree watching ants. This was the first time I was spending time doing something other than reading. If it were Mr Scheczalier, how would he describe this feeling? I inhaled deep in thought, and then while exhaling, I remembered a line from his book 'The soul of Summer'.
Let's see, It was something like /"Stillness is a treasure to be found.../"
