Forced travel. Southern Оrion

Georges walked along the corridor lazily moving his legs… It was more of a habit… And this time he stuffed a huge sandwich into his mouth and almost choked on it when he saw something. «Something» similar to a huge, almost human-sized spider swiftly approached him, moving quickly on six shaggy, yellow paws with black stripes. On the back was a bold black cross. Such spiders, as far as Georges remembered from school textbooks, are very dangerous.— Ah-ah! — he cried in horror, backing away.