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Tired... When I got home, I wrote in my journal and rested. In the dream, I was standing in an open space, when I felt an eye staring at me from behind, I looked back and found it was Volodya wagging its tail at me, expecting me to throw the branch in my hand to it, so I threw the branch to him, but, Volodya's blood splattered all over the ground, its body pumped in the slope of blood, and I realized with a jolt that it was not a branch but a gun in my hand. [[Wake up with a start.]]

I don't have an assignment today because I received my resignation letter. [[Why was I dismissed? Why!?]]

It's a windowless basement with a metal bed and a record player and my "Service recipient". Mission accomplished today. [[Volodya's work is?]] [[Get off work and leave building #3037]]

Wait, there was a man standing on the corner, for the 7th time I saw him, he might have been sent by the organization to monitor me, which made me a little uneasy, but I swore my absolute loyalty to the organization, just as Volodya was loyal to me. [[But...Why do I feel uneasy?]]

Today, Volodya and I were both in a somewhat uneasy mood. We went to building #3037, entered the basement, played music, and I looked at my "Service recipient", also known as the leftist, who was blindfolded and covered in blood, lying on the dirty floor like the pile of raw meat I had prepared for Volodya this morning. Volodya stared at her as she had stared at the pile of raw meat in the bowl this morning. [[Leftists?]] [[Untie Volodya's leash and leave the rest of the task to Volodya to complete.]]

I looked at Volodya, a German Shepherd. <style> img { max -width: 100% ; max-height: 100% ; } </style> <img src=http://n.sinaimg.cn/sinacn/w480h360/20180128/a48d-fyqzcxh5954941.jpg> </div> It was wagging its tail at me, expecting me to throw the branch to it, and I looked at the branch in my hand and fell into contemplation. [[Wake up]]

Yes, my most hated leftists! [[Untie Volodya's leash and leave the rest of the task to Volodya to complete.]]

Not only do we eat the same, but Volodya and I are also working partners. As usual, we arrived at our workplace, the building called Venda Sexy, building #3037. <style> img { max -width: 100% ; max-height:.100% ; } </style> <img src=https://www.indh.cl/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Santiago_venda_sexy.jpg> </div> In the doorway stood two men on whose faces I had never seen anything other than seriousness, and I guess I was in the same category as them. [[Enter, sign in, walk into the dank basement.]]

Time: 1973 Location: Chile People: Short-haired woman [[Got it]]

The "service recipient" was wrapped in a shroud. When I got home, I trained Volodya to do the same thing to me that he did to his "service recipient", lick my pussy. Volodya listened to my commands and switched between the light and the heavy. I smoked a cigarette afterwards, knowing the cruelty of using animals to commit sexual violence against people, and wrote it all down in my diary to relieve the stress. At that moment, I saw the man who had been monitoring me outside my bedroom window. I took out my pistol and put it on my pillow. The next day, I hid my diary before I left the house. [[Come to Building #3037]]

Volodya.... I think it is loyal, at least to me. [[Get off work and leave building #3037]]

After looking at myself in the mirror, I went to the kitchen, where the wall clock showed that it was now 07:03, and turned on the record player to play music. By this time, Volodya was already sitting on the dining chair in anticipation of its food. I took the cake out of the oven and split it in two, for me and Volodya's breakfast. That's right, we eat the same food. [[Lit a cigarette.]]

I couldn't think, I couldn't believe it, I was furious, I looked at the medals all over the wall, I had dedicated my life to the organization, and how well Volodya and I had worked together. At that moment, Volodya barked out the window, and I saw the man who had been monitoring me again. I fell into a deep sleep clutching my pistol, dreaming of a brightly lit building 3037, music accompanied by screams, and the man who was monitoring me standing in the doorway, thinking to myself, I'm going to get rid of him. The next day I woke up, grabbed my pistol and my diary, and walked out the door. [[I'm going to make everything public!]]