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In a half-empty room of a psychologist's office, a patient lies on the sofa, looking indifferent. One after another, characters appear in the room - embodiments of sins, with inscriptions on their backs: "Lust", "Wrath", "Envy", "Pride", "Sloth", "Greed". The psychologist does not see them, but, apparently, feels their presence, without admitting it to himself. He talks to himself, complaining about clogged pipes and an inattentive secretary, which, apparently, he does not have.
