Мафия 7. The Dark Age

Chapter Five. A Crimson Rose Petal.

This night turned out to be remarkably not gloomy. The light of the full moon was reflected in millions of snowflakes falling from the sky one after another. White, cleansing snow fell all night, covering roads, parked cars, and rooftops. By morning, everything was covered in snow, sometimes a thick layer, sometimes a thin, barely noticeable blanket. The snow cleansed Paris, cleansed it with its suddenness. Thousands of poor people froze to death overnight – they had nowhere to hide from the ubiquitous cold. In the morning, the city was littered with frozen corpses – they were everywhere: in entrances, in alleys, on roads and in ravines, under shop windows and advertising posters, in basements and on roofs. This is how nature cleanses – ruthlessly, but probably justly. It’s just a pity that justice can also sometimes be bought…

But for now, let's return to the events of the night. Here is an old, gloomy square. Two unknown men, wrapped in winter coats, were actively discussing something, but at the same time quite quietly.
-Now you understand all the advantages of your participation, monsieur?
-Yes, but I am taking a big risk.
-Not really. You will simply help us rid the world of him and then be well rewarded, both materially and spiritually.
-1 million euros.
-You value yourself highly,” said the second man, rubbing his hands together contentedly, and handed over a briefcase to the first.
A crimson rose petal fell on the white snow. But no one noticed it properly.

Soon, the man who gave up the briefcase left, leaving the first alone. However, this did not last long, nor did his life. A bullet pierced the coat and went straight into his heart; drops of blood slowly flowed down towards the petal. The wounded man grabbed the edge of the veranda, trying to keep himself upright, even knocking over a clay pot with something withered inside, but he still collapsed onto the white, soft snow. And the moon continued to shine brightly; for a moment, it seemed that its light suddenly turned some greenish color of sadness, but it was just an illusion.
Thus, Gur passed away.

“Sir, Zhelier!
I ask you to pay increased attention to the situation in the city! The crime rate is extremely high: criminals brazenly break into houses, beat their owners, rob them, smash furniture! And then they visit again, less obviously, but somehow it doesn't make things any easier! Someone broke into my house twice, the first time it was some brainless muscleheads, and this time… I don’t know who it was…
Please, Mr. Zhelier, do something!”
From a letter by Hermit.

The head of the corporation (Lu41k) was in a good mood. Without much thought, he asked the secretary to throw this letter in the trash – why spoil his mood over trifles?
But Taco (couldn't figure out how to put him in the correct case:() completely agreed with Hermit, even though she had never seen him and didn't even know about his existence. But someone also visited her house without her knowledge, and that made her very angry.


Still alive:
5 Lu41k
6 Drnik
9 Ta Kotoraya...
11 WisTrit
12 Hermit
14 Neyra Drake
15 KostyaN
16 WhiteLizard

Dead:
1 Siverfale
2 Amko
3 Gur
4 Revan
7 Kyle
8 Kash
10 Arandor
13 Magnus
17 Ple-Sen

How beautiful is Paris, covered in a snowy blanket! There are no dirty little streets, no stench from the homeless, and there are no homeless people themselves – everything is hidden under a beautiful wrapper. It’s just better not to think about what will happen when the cleaning stops – it’s better to simply enjoy the beauty.

Day is coming.