Black observer: - Definitely to the bottom ...White Observer: - I'm against it, but business, business, so it's not up to you.**After that, Kolya, having managed to walk with his signature waddling gait six meters from the bedroom door to the hatch to the arsenal, began deftly going down the stairs. Setting the lighter to lick the side of the new barrel, he hurried up the stairs and, closing the hatch, rushed to the window.Without ceremony, he slammed the sole of his boot into the dense fabric and the window frame behind it, and ... and his foot rested against something! Kick, another kick! The gopnik rushed in panic to the closet, grabbed an ax from the rack and slashed at the window with it, tearing off the fabric and crushing the remains of the frame.- M-l-i-i-i-i-i-i-i! A cry of despair and hopelessness escaped from his chest.The window was securely closed with thick metal bars, and in order to get free, it was necessary to get rid of at least two of them. Scales immediately

***“No, well, this must be thrown out! “Questik” was given to him, you see ... ”- Marina fumed to herself, hurrying to the north-west of the city. There, where the mansions of wealthy citizens flaunted with rich decoration.She was not a stupid girl and perfectly understood where the “hero-lover” went.The root of her indignation lay not in the genre of unrequited love, which was supposed to be the law. She wasn't there and that's it. Marina was just a very kind and sympathetic girl and frankly worried about her friend. At the same time, the novice healer did not realize the seriousness of the situation: well, something is thumping in the port and thumping, let the locals figure it out, and she just runs away to the area of ​​the nobility, to make sure that Yura is all right and nothing more.For the reason mentioned above, as soon as Yura left, the girl went up to the women's bedroom and put on chain mail, which immediately turned into a brilliant candle. In order to hide the unwant

The lord sighed, left the cabinet with documents and two men went to the exit from the office. Erita's father closed the door behind him, which exactly matched the color and texture of the wall. As soon as the door closed, it merged with the wall as a single surface. People unfamiliar with the residence will have to seriously rack their brains before they find the entrance to the office of the ruler of Mitung.Further, it took the two of them quite a bit of time to find themselves in the spacious hall of the residence. Eritha, the wife of the lord with her sons, two men from the night shift of guards and several women of the servants were already gathered here. The rest of the workers left the residence for the night, so there were not many people, with the exception of the guards.The lord nodded to his wife, and the crowd moved towards the massive wooden doors, preparing to leave the building.Arthur tensed. His ears picked up a faint sound. That unpleasant knock with which the cros

In a pant, another kilometer and a half flew by, during which it became clear that there was not so much left of the former Yura in him, at least bodily. He couldn’t run more than a kilometer before, and “run” is not quite the right word, “puff” was more suitable. However, the current Yura was far from the condition of a super hero, which is why he was incredibly out of breath.Suddenly, "the scenery changed" and the young man ended up in the area of ​​​​posh mansions of wealthy citizens. The mansions were located in even rows, which were separated from the road by low bars. The road itself was illuminated by frequent, but not very bright gas lamps. A sort of holiday village of extra-class. And now, only two hundred meters separated from the beginning of the nobility district to the residence of the lord of the hitman. Just run a little forward, turn left and go out to the large ornate gates of the monastery of the local ruler. What Yura immediately decided to do. And he almost fell i

- Good question, bad answer. Your shattered head will provoke her into attacking the blackbeard. She will snatch out a cunning stiletto that is hidden in her belt and try to drive twenty centimeters of death under the shoulder blade of the leader of the pirates. But, alas, the weight categories are too different: a short blow, and after the third bullet today. Trite, sad, but true.- Can I do something?!The "actor" thoughtfully touched his chin with his hand, and then issued:- And why, maybe it's better to go home, at the computer ...- How is it, home? Yura didn't understand.- Yes, it's very simple. Here you are, and here you are at home, celebrating your luck from the bow knocked out of the boss, lazily brushing off offers to sell it, or join a new community of players more worthy of you. What is it called, “flock” it seems, but no, in another way - “clan”. Well, what a mess in your Sharapov head, - and Kukuruz looked at the hitman with a look, as if he was going to sew a shirt f