Мафия 7. The Dark Age

This night turned out to be exceptionally gloomy. The light of the full moon 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 in a thick layer, sometimes in a thin, barely noticeable blanket. The snow cleansed Paris, cleansing it with its suddenness. Thousands of poor people froze to death in one night – they had nowhere to escape the pervasive 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 perhaps justly. It’s just a pity that justice can sometimes be bought…