The Mafia King and his hard-headed slave

Sok

re dying because they were killing. And they killed us beca

ace. Surrounded by family and friends. dr

night. When darkness reigns in the city, and when all the lights are off, the only thing left is

ou wouldn't even think things could never go. When the wind blows, it muffles everything that happens in the house, eve

fall on me, breaking my bones. Does it matter? No. Places like this fall by themselves. From old age or

have the right th

ce was shaking, as was his body which was bound by long, col

yes that he is trying to hi

broke the chains, but in

alw

, they would look elegant and cute. Oh, but honey, don't be fooled by the look

circled the man in the

His accent was hard and

rin as I slowly ap

id slowly, stroking his black hair which was sticking to my fingers

down his face like a waterfall. "Please, pl

my fingers to Garretov. He took a knife out of his pocket and put it in my hand. "A very bad thing. But if you're a good boy, and don't m

, spitting at me, but not a

lood came out very slowly, enough to be on my tongue. Closing my eyes

front of me, remembering what he h

rcing Ivanov and Sergio to laugh with me. Our laughter echoed i

ught me, I cut Camelo's

mediately t

re. From his neck to his torn, and sweaty T-shirt, to his dirty pan

ith red liquid and I slowly started t

amelo, throwing him on the floor and taking

body, I squatted next to him, turning his h

ead, right where I had left a trace of

en it dries, you will see the cap

aid, throwing empty bot

. Sergio threw a lighted match, making

our sign

house was on fire. My jacket flew behind

t, Sergio in the passenger seat and I in the las

I said. "Poshli, mal'chiki. Eta noch' byla kho

h. Behind us remained dust that spread like fog, and the house was burning like

territory? I mean, everyone goes in thei

ian