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Evgeni Petrov wakes up in his different life, it’s strange because he suddenly feels…normal? No overwhelming urges to hunt down wildlife for a meal. No strange desire to stare at the wall for 4 hours straight in preparation for the game that night. He opens the door and looks out into a modestly decorated living room with a kitchen attached. Nothing is on fire, nothing is broken and covered in unknown substances, it’s all in tact. Suddenly there’s a scream from around the corner, not one of fear or pain, but of happiness and joy. “Daddy!” the voices cry out as Evgeni’s legs are hugged by two adorable children. There’s no racoon pelts lying around for them to slip on as they peel off to go hug their mother who has walked into the door with arms full of groceries in plastic bags and not a single hunting tool in sight. He screams, waking up from this nightmare.