[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Perry_zpswtm3j5vv.jpg[/img] Perry[/h1]
[h2]Maxim "Max" Emillianov[/h2]
[color=DarkTurquoise]Max had no fucking clue of how late or soon in the day it was and he could not care any less. The only concern he had with the time was how long he had until the painkiller's effect faded enough for him to need the next bunch and how long until Viktor was back from the job interview and took him to a fucking doctor who could finally fix this whole shit. Viktor had left him on a park bench with a bottle of ice tea, a blindfold, and the promise of seeing a doctor who was not a complete retard in less than two hours. Juicy Russian swearwords kept mixing in his mind with whatever it was the retarded street musician was singing in the park. The guy was at least honest enough to admit that he even remembered losing his mind, which he might as well have not found yet, for all Max could tell.

[i][color=Goldenrod]»Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly«[/color][/i]

[color=White]"Fuck yeah!"[/color], Max muttered somewhat loudly when the guy kept singing if something made him crazy. Max was sure he had already heard whatever it was that should have made or not made this lunatic crazy, but keeping track of the text was tougher a task than he had known before all this. The drowsiness from the painkillers he had swallowed after lunch – and the past days – and the growing impatience about not knowing what the hell was wrong with him – which he shared with at least two doctors – made him wonder if maybe he himself was going to share the insanity with this guy in the park who had smoked whatever had made him think he was a fucking wizard. Maybe that was what could help him with the blindness and the headaches. Why not? Modern medicine seemed to be as clueless as any other person on the streets, so maybe he needed a wizard instead of doctors and hospitals. And for what Max knew whatever this dude had smoked could be much more effective than regular painkillers.

[color=White]"You said too many fucking words."[/color] Max said loud and clear this time, right after he sang if people were listening to a word he was saying. [color=White]"Not a single, too many singles."[/color]​[/color]