I take out my bow. There aren't that many of them. Minus one... They got nervous. Minus two... They're scared. Minus three... The last remaining bandit ran towards me. I grab him. Sword to the throat.-What did you do to the barbarian, you bastard?!
There he is.-Hey, barbarian!
Е.Летов царство ему небесное...
Ибо во многой мудрости много печали,умножающий познание умножает скобь...
Царь Соломон