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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 bunch of country bumpkins" - not so much with disgust or disappointment, but with weariness, Lester concluded, pondering the punishment he would devise for this blunder.
- Height, weight, accent, how she was dressed, demeanor - a prostitute, a flirt, a lady? More information, - neither in his voice nor on the Knight's face could any emotion be read. He twirls a business card between his fingers. - What is this doing here?
- I think... I think she was about 30 tin. Roughly. Only I don't remember if that's with heels or without. Oh, right, she had shoes on. About 1 tin high. A gray form-fitting dress below the knee. With a deep neckline, did I already mention that or not? And it wasn't just the neckline that was deep, if you know what I mean. She also had a mask on her face for some reason, maybe she's sick with something, I don't know, but when she beckoned me over, she pulled it down a bit, and you should have seen the fangs she had. Sir, do you happen to know any skinny ogres among your acquaintances? I think that would make everything much simpler for us.
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