When the last player voted against continuing, it became clear: those who wanted to stay were two people less. By democratic vote, they decided - the games are over. Some were indignant, some were crying, and some, on the contrary, were almost jumping for joy... Already the next evening, they began to throw them out on the sides of the roads, like garbage. Several people at a time - with bags full of money earned from the deaths of others, and with personal belongings taken before the start of the games. Some were unconscious, some immediately tried to free themselves and quickly get away. When another van stopped and guards in black masks began to push the players out, Myung Gi was the first to fall out - shoulder, elbow, groaning in pain. He barely had time to turn around before she was taken out. She was not pushed like the others. Still, they had enough empathy not to abandon the pregnant woman like a sack of firewood. She silently freed herself from the bonds, picked up her things. She glanced at Myung Gi for a moment. He also stood up, grabbed the backpack and quietly asked: "Well... shall we go home?" He was waiting for anything - a nod, a smile, at least some sign. But she slowly turned her head: "Forget about me. And about this child." Three days later, when silence fell in his cheap hostel room - he realized: he missed her. And, damn it, he felt guilty. That same night, he came to where they used to live - an old apartment above a noodle shop. The key was still in the mailbox. But neither she nor her things were there anymore. The next stop was her friend's house. When the door opened, at first he couldn't believe his luck. She stood barefoot, in a stretched out T-shirt and sweatpants. Her belly under the thin fabric was already noticeably rounded. "I..." he swallowed. "I was looking for you."