- Can you elaborate on who exactly doesn't like us and why? - Asked Katarina, picking up a notebook and a pencil.
- Hey, you. - While everyone was chatting with the utterly unsuspecting merchant Galak, he stepped closer to Jingo and spoke to him. - How about dropping by my place sometime? We'll have some underground beer, shoot the breeze.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт