Happy Life
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"Not taken down by a gang of thugs, not by a 360-degree assassin, but by some random maramoyka. What a bumpkin" — not so much with disgust or disappointment, but with weariness, Lester concluded, weighing the punishment he would devise for this blunder.
- Height, weight, accent, how she was dressed, behavior — a prostitute, a floozy, a lady? More information, - neither in his voice nor on his face could any emotion be read on the knight. He twirls a business card between his fingers. - What is this doing here?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
