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Мафия 34. WildWestSteamPunk.

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The mayor’s assistant, as usual, entered the mayor’s office, munching on something, and handed over a report on the work done. The mayor frowned, looking at the paper with large grease stains from the assistant’s hands, but nevertheless began to read…
As it turned out, all the “work done,” which the council had talked about so much, was complete nonsense. From the objective report of the indifferent assistant, the mayor learned that two groups pursuing different goals simply shot each other up. First, the Order got rid of the bandit leader by killing one of Cheshire’s best marksmen. However, the Order’s Assassin didn’t live long either, receiving an explosive bullet from a bodyguard who decided to go into hiding for a while after the assassination attempt, and a shuriken from a man to whom he had shown how to throw shurikens earlier that day, just for fun. The head of the Order was killed by a mysterious maniac, who soon disappeared from the city. The Terminator miscalculated and tried to break into the house of a young cracker, whose deceased parents had left a huge inheritance, and, naturally, the house was guarded by Vinta, who eliminated the mechanoid. Before setting a huge fire in the house of the mad steed, the Knight also took care of another robber. The only thing the city council did was to hold a lynch mob trial for the Shadow on the old factory grounds, and the trial of the Knight served as an example of justice; he was tracked down thanks to the records of an adventuress, which described the story of the Tunguska meteorite that fell into the hands of the unholy Order.
However… The mayor was distracted… by a new toy invented by the master of mechanical arts – a com-pu-ter… Cheshire is safe, which means now he can play “MAFIA.”
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Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи