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Mario’s last wife, a very young dim girl, was dead, crushed as if a column fell on her. His young daughter from the first marriage Etna sobbed, squeezing in the corner. Blaise studied her wounds with a look only moment, and then brought the trunk of the weapon to her temple.
«Sorry, but death is the best way out for you.»
Blaise pressed the trigger to dark forehead of Etna. She fired only one shot at her. Someone pale and marble stood outside the window, but he did not intervene.
Patrons- enemies
On the evening streets drizzled rain. There were almost no passers-by.
Blaise felt the smell of fried meat. Chicken carcasses fried on the grill. For some reason it seemed to her that it was heads of her enemies. Blaise quickly passed by snack bars. The hungry stomach twisted with vomit spasms. Despite the hunger, she did not want to have a snack.
Angelic statues assured her that the lack of hunger is the first step towards immortality.
Blaise has become practically invulnerable, but with the sinister statues from the crypt, she could not cope.