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Mario nodded.

«What woman could do what I do for you?»

These are some kind of puzzle. Blaise loved to speak in riddles, but she performed her part of the work perfectly, so no problems have ever arise with her. Only he has a feeling that they were about to arise.

«There is a demon in you.»

A beautiful girl like her on such a definition would be offended, but Blaise only smiled crookedly.

«It is possible that it is.»

«But you pray like each of us, and what’s the difference that you bring prayers not Jesus Christ.»

«Prayers are different,» she began to correct. «Sometimes you even pray only that God gives you the opportunity to kill once again. My prayers about much more serious things.»

«What about, for example?»

«About such, for example, as to bring the apocalypse.»

Yes, she is really crazy!

«Why?»

«Ask him!» She nodded on a box with a severed head.

«Blaise! Even if he was a man, after such a cut on his neck, he would have been dead. And the corpses, as everyone knows, do not say,» Mario did not notice himself, as he began to talk to the mentoring tone of a psychiatry specialist, stumbled upon a particularly difficult patient.