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CHAPTER 2

– Just imagine, Caesar! – I, languidly closing my eyes, went over in my memory the events of the past day. “He aimed it right at me! He was aiming for my face! – I grimaced, so that it turned out something like a smile. – Well, that is, in the face.

My ginger cat listened, humming with pleasure, devouring his favorite wet food. Unlike me, Caesar did not have the gift of reincarnation and was not originally a man, but was just an ordinary … yard cat. And he was no different from his fellows, except that the extremely silky and shiny marble-red fur.

I closed my eyes dreamily.

And still cool! I met one on one with Vermouth Thunder himself, and survived. Even if I dared to tell someone about it, no one would believe me!

The thunder was cheerful. “Well, Madame Piescu, today you are unlikely to have dinner with your family, and tomorrow you will not continue to torment children. You had a bad temper, Madame Piescu! " He thought as he walked up the night street to Piazza Como. Whenever Thunder had to kill someone, he felt relief. “One more vile likeness of the soul has become less” – this is how he justified himself, setting himself a mission – to cleanse the city from filth. And, of course, return home.