Further more. The bowstring was pulled by a special "rail" that freely walked along the carrier beam - a kind of base, to which the shoulders were attached in front, and the butt behind. This “rail” captured the bowstring with a cunning mechanism, wound it by the holders of the trigger mechanism and then released it for the possibility of descent. Quite cunningly done, although technically simple and elegant. That's just what kind of force set in motion all of the above, at first it was completely incomprehensible. More precisely, it is clear that it is magical, but where is it? You press the triggers, and in response, silence. And this despite the fact that it was not possible to move anything or even just scratch the metal of the weapon at all.Next are the shoulders. No, they bent, of course, only to bend them to the point where it became possible to put on a bowstring, it took the efforts of four broad-shouldered men. And the further the shoulders tried to bend, the more they resi

After Kolya smiled rather and continued:“But at my age, it’s necessary to get to know each other differently,” and the man glanced at the hips of the waiter walking past, then caught her eye and seductively (in Kolya’s version) smiled. The waitress giggled.- But you don’t take such an example, this is a bad example, this is for gopniks ... You are the first method. Yes, and Jacquelinochka will not approve.The mysterious Jacqueline, with whom the gopnik was now cohabiting, Yura had never seen before. But the omniscient Zhenya gave a brief and not at all philosophical description: “Baba is dynamite ...”Yura began to think over Kolya's words and found them reasonable. And he was not even offended by the "juvenile lover of adult pictures."Marina burst into the tavern like a small hurricane and went to her comrades, not showing a shadow of fear that she experienced during her first visit here. Having stumbled upon a group of sailors who were quarreling in the aisle, she began to deftl

Alaira's opinion had to be reckoned with: even though the operation as a whole was commanded by Rhetor, the saboteurs were subordinate to the red-haired warrior.The woman continued:- With the onset of darkness around the city, a magical barrier is activated, the option of landing and attacking from land disappears automatically.The Rhetor took the floor:- Well, then we go out to sea and wait for cloudy weather. The ships must approach within the launching distance of the boats exactly at the moment of dusk falling. At eleven it gets dark, and at twelve the night guard changes. After the change, the guards of the forts will switch to night mode: they will lock all the doors and generally be on the alert. In total, the landing force has only an hour to try to capture the forts. If we fail at this hour, it will be an order of magnitude more difficult to pull off such a thing in the next ten years.The interlocutors nodded approvingly.***Around the same time, Yura and his comrades v

- I know how to climb, - Zhenya suddenly blurted out, not believing his own ears. “We just need to try something.Since the running was not very conducive to conversation, the discussion had to be postponed. And the philosopher simply followed his friend, watching what was happening and marveling at Kolya's ability to spin the flywheel of events.Gopnik confidently moved along the dark streets of the port districts. Zhenya did not know this area very well, but he understood that they were heading towards the sailors' dormitories. There were places in the city where, with sufficient convenience and for a small fee, entire ship crews could be accommodated. And very soon the hitmen came to a complex of large buildings that looked like military barracks. Here, either Colin's luck worked, which, by the way, was equal to two, or circumstances coincided, but a group of sailors crowded in front of the hostels and excitedly argued about something in the light of a bright lantern at night. Ther

With one hand, Kolya held on to the elbow of a beautiful lady, and with the other he felt her very good breasts. And everything would be fine, but the chest was wooden. A whole whirlpool of thoughts was spinning in the head of the hitman, from which an understanding quickly formed of why he was not yet in the water.All conceivable and inconceivable luck of the gopnik should have ended a minute ago, when the ship was shaken by the core of a long-range coastal gun. After Zhenin's blow, the "blot" treacherously disappeared. Here the saboteur was supposed to flop into the water with a 120% chance. But he did not flopped, as some force firmly glued him to the board, after which his hands in panicked waving were able to get a grip on the elaborately carved human figures. And Kolya did not like this power, because even through the shock and panic he felt something frightening, dark. Something that suddenly enveloped him and glued it to the surface of the ship with deadly cold tentacles."Sw