Mafia 110. Heckelia

I had already stopped being surprised by anything: by this point it was becoming obvious that what I took for "normal" did not match the reality of this city. Today, for instance, while I was talking to the musicians on their way to the palace, Ple-Sen threw himself out of a window and died on impact. Did he really dislike yesterday's concert that much?.. It wasn't right of me to think that, though. He certainly was dull, but he didn't deserve such a fate. Shaking my head in frustration, I picked up an orange lying nearby and continued on my way. 

The restaurant was crowded today: Heroist nervously glanced around and spoke in a whisper; ToX yawned heavily, making no secret of having overslept considerably and still not come to his senses; MasteR tried to hide his black eye, but wasn't doing a good job of it. Ment drank himself into oblivion. Otherwise, the day passed without incident. 

Alive
MedjersoN_HP
Злобный Ящур
Нефела
Morning
Вова Вист
Tiel
Arandor
Heroist
ToX
MasteR
Ment

Dead
Нэйко
Fragment
Небо
macca
Ple-Sen