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Right now, I'm in my apartment on the third floor and I can't go outside. I'm lucky

that I've just bought my groceries yesterday. I don't know who could have done that, but

at this time I know a few other things. I know that it was someone from the tenants

since the seams in the door indicate that they were welded shut from the inside. I know

that one of my neighbours' friends from the next entrance confirmed that their doors

welded shut as well, which tells me that they are still in here with us. I know that we

don't know who it is. Nobody has taken blame so far. And I know that there's a dead body

outside. But don't let me get ahead of myself. I'll explain everything in a minute. I

live in a small and very old apartment complex on the far outskirts of a small town.

Honestly, calling it an apartment complex is a stretch. It's only five stories high,

no elevator, and it was built out of concrete panels all the way back in the 60s. It is

no attic, so people living on the last floor have to constantly worry about rain ruining

their ceiling, extremely sound-conductive of their thickness walls, so you never feel

home alone and a basement which connects to a sewer system which smells horrible in spring.

In Russia, these kinds of buildings are called Kulushovka, named after Kulushev, obviously.

I get the appeal of a low-cost, easy-to-construct building, but I think there's not a single

soul in the entire country who'd miss them. In 50 years, they should have demolished

them and replaced them with something better, something newer.

At this point, the buildings are a health hazard. Usually, only the old people live there,

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