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«I still doubt,» he muttered. More for yourself than for her. It is always dangerous to argue on betting with crazy. They do not want, but will bring disaster. But something likely an alcohol, influenced the mind, and the deal suddenly began to appear very seductive.
«But I love to argue to bet with madness,» Blaise again read about what he thought. «That is why I always defeat.»
Head of statue
The head remained lying on the table. How did Blaise be able to cut off it with her stilette? How artfully head was separated from the marble torso! It is not broken, but separated, because at the bottom of the neck was not split, but a smooth cut. Almost mathematical accuracy, line direct, as in drawing. Mario touched it with fingers and got hurt.
Someone called him by name, and it was not a nickname and not the name under which he was officially known. His first baptized name, which gave him a mother and about which he himself almost forgot. The name that failed. A voice from behind the curtains mocked him. A laugh was heard. And from the finger flowed blood. Mario rushed to the window and did not discovere anyone.