Мафия 35. The Heads

Tick-tock, father, tick-tock. Time is running out. How much time is left? Three days? That's a long time, father! You're afraid of me. Don't you want to leave, run away from the vendetta? What? You won't run away from such a pathetic wretch as I am? Are you not a coward? But it seems to me that you are indeed a coward, father. You fear retribution for fleeing even more than I do. What would happen to you if you left, leaving your guests to die without justification? Father, no matter how rich and influential you are, you are still vulnerable. And considering how many mafia bosses have already ceased to exist, you won't get off so easily. You stay in this mansion only because you are afraid, afraid of what will happen when they tear a piece of YOUR fortune from your trembling hands. This is stupid. Because I will kill you. And that is far scarier than losing a couple of million cursed pieces of paper. So, you are not only a coward but also a fool? But fine, while you still have time to play the smart brave guy. Three days, father, three days.

Post Scriptum: I will leave this letter with Günther. Since you are not going anywhere, you don't need a personal driver yet. And, as you once taught me, useless people must be gotten rid of.

Apparently, Slonysh has become useless too. In any case, she died tonight. The killer acted brazenly, quickly, and decisively. He caught his victim by surprise when she went outside to smoke near the window. Piercing her silk kimono, one bullet hit directly into her heart, the second - into her right lung. No one heard the shots – they realized something was wrong only when they heard the sound of breaking glass from the body falling out of the window.

The tradition of three corpses per night continued with Pandora. The murder was distinguished by unwarranted cruelty: the killer inflicted multiple beatings on the victim; the poor girl had four ribs broken and her left arm fractured in two places. In the end, Pandora was strangled. She certainly wasn't an angel, but she didn't deserve such a fate. Her rapid-fire weapon remained lying in the bedside table.


Xostor was barely coherent in the morning. He was admiring some fairy who came to him at night. Perhaps he simply lost his mind from fear. Or maybe he overdid it with the hookah.

Dgak was again in excellent spirits, as if he had nothing to be afraid of. Everyone else looked at him askance because of this.

Alive:
Kyle
Zedzi
Werevolka
OMEGA
Dgak
Nebo
WisTrit
Amko
Thorium
Xostor