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Boris went to a two-story old house, on which hung a sign with a dog. On the narrow porch at the door stood two large guards in suits.

- Me there. Boris said.

- Do you have an invitation?

- Which?

The guard silently pointed to a small poster by the door. Boris read:

"Sunday. The end of the world with the blue dog! Only for the chosen ones. The bar is closed to visitors.

- They are waiting for me! - Boris got angry and moved to the guard. He pushed him away, so that Boris almost fell off the porch onto the sidewalk.

- I'm from the police. - Boris said, regretting that he could no longer name a more influential department. However, he remembered that he also did not have an investigative committee certificate with him.

The door of the bar opened, and a strong, muscular Caucasian man stepped out. A t-shirt draped over ribbed pecs and under an unbuttoned leather jacket bore slanted letters: UFC.

Boris felt the heavy scent of men's eau de toilette and some spices.

- What's going on here? -
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