Inside the Agricultural Institute, in the former ruined dormitories and under no human conditions among the surviving families, two policemen sheltered their children. One with the initials R.M lives on the first floor of the building number five. Has two children. Compared to others, his state has expressed “gratitude” by not interrupting electricity. Lights are the maximum of luxury he lives in, in an amortized building, with shared toilets, dark corridors in the dark where the impossible crawl into a poor and honest life.