The patron for the angel. Romero E.

He is the one who holds the whole city in fear. I am the one who was left completely alone.

I had to turn to the police for help, but I went to the bandit not even imagining what my simple desire to survive will lead.

- Dumb or what?

exhaling smoke through the nose, Bakirov translates me with a direct glance, and tearing a dry throat, I give out in one breath:

-no, I'm not dumb! Take me!

I blurt out and immediately regret it. I swallow with fear.

from these words, some kind of whistle is heard behind my back, for some reason Bakirov is hanging out with smoke, and I understand that I blurted out the wrong thing, more precisely, not the same as trained a million times today. < /p>

moms!

- What to do?