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The glass on the window suddenly cracked, as if someone broke it. But no one threw a stone from the outside, no from the inside. If any hooligans from the street threw a stone, it would be heard, besides, the guards would immediately caught them. They are experienced here. A mouse past them does not run.

Not that marble statue.

Why did he come to mind such a ridiculous comparison? What is the statue when it comes to a broken window. Statues do not come to life, do not walk through the streets and do not beat windows. So why do you want to compare with a marble fist to the glass so much?

Does his nervous tick begin? He worked too much. It is difficult to keep in submission all these criminals, hangers-on and dodgers from the «family», which are already trying on how to beat off his place of leader. One Blaise was normal. Normal? He glanced at the head that she brought, remembered her words. The beauty was damaged by the mind since her family was destroyed, and she had to revenge on the criminal road. Beautiful and insane Blaise! But he could be worked with her. Who would think that the fragile girl with an angelic face will be his best employee? She did something that could not do the organized gangs. It seems that ln her really dreamed the devil. And God forbid him one day to break free on the will in this office.