I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It's late and I am very tired.
I tell the woman at the desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and its always locked. Don't even peek in there."
I take the key and go to my room to sleep. Night comes and I hear the trickling of water. It comes from the room across from me.
I cannot sleep, so I open the door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on the door.
No response.
I look in the keyhole. I see nothing except red.
I can still hear the water trickling, so I go down to front desk to complain.
"By the way, who is in that room?"
She looks at me and began to tell the story.
There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red.
