To die? It's not that difficult if one really has no way out. To cut the artery on a wrist. With what? I have a razor. Where? Is there a place more convenient than a cubicle with a bath in the boiler room - a noise from the machine, the noise of water. No one will intervene. When? That is already settled, as soon as they tell me the mine is waiting. It's a go. And I never change my decisions.