Читать книгу The Seventh Angel. Crypt of the Seven Angels онлайн

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Translator Natalia Lilienthal

© Natalie Yacobson, 2021

© Natalia Lilienthal, translation, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0055-2306-8

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«This is a head of my sworn enemy,» Blaise brought him a box, a narrow, similar to the coffin for the animal. It was able to hoist on the table only with an unpleasant deaf knock. The lid moved easily. Mario already expected to see inside something terrible and decomposing, but he was mistaken. In the box was resting only a marble head. Cut off, but marble.

«Are you kidding?»

Blaise shook her head with a serious look. Although everything looked as a joke. When the head of the mafia clan requires the head of his worst enemies from each member of the community, it is not fully included in the tradition, but everyone hurries to fumble, probably a little damaged by the mind of the old-age mafios, and everyone is damped along a sliced piece of dead bloody flesh. Mario has already managed to get in elegant gift boxes the heads of police officers, judges, gangsters, opponents from hostile clans. Everyone tried to please him. Even those whom he still did not really appreciate, dragged the priceless gifts that are now rotting under the festive packaging. Only the one who he appreciated above all, Blaise, suddenly first late for the meeting and dragged him a thing that was more like a joke. Why didn’t she cope with the task? Already she managed to kill all your enemies one after another? She knew it! To kill and disappear! No killer, no sniper could compare with her. That is why she was accepted here. She was indispensable. And here she led him up. He didn’t expect this at all from her. From others. Competition in the production of goals was just a check for all but not for her.