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In 3 minutes the peasant covered the distance between the tables, and, finding himself near the Thunder table, stood close to it, pouring over it with a caustic vapor of fumes.

– And you … – barely connecting the words, he said – You …! Why are you sitting here, watching everyone …? I saw you yesterday at the Heavenly Gates, you are secretive mmm … -tttype. Freak … – said the stranger to Thunder and hiccupped.

Thunder looked at him. “You apparently don't know who you are dealing with, you asshole,” he thought, starting to breathe loudly because his anger was choking him. For once, he decided to drink beer in peace!

He had already put his hand on the handle of the pistol and was thinking that he might have to make a little noise, when suddenly the standing one swayed and fell on those sitting behind him. "Heck!" – I heard from those sitting at the next table. "Damn drunk!" – a couple were indignant – a man and a woman, who were just sitting there. They began to clear the fallen man from the table, a fuss arose. Waiters arrived and the drunkard, who was running into a fight, was carried out into the street. Thunder has already stopped drinking beer, and, apparently, would have left if SHE had not entered the bar.