123 day
My brother died on 22 February, when he was 42 years old. We loved him. And so, in the summer, me and my cousin were in his apartment. Silence. TV is not included.
  I shuddered. Heard out of the closet phone call my brother. We looked at each other with a relative, because the phone was switched off in February and has not been charged since. And that day was his birthday, how to understand it, we did not know .........