Мафия 68. The Witcher II

He said he was cute :smile05:

The role of a mafia member (and a woman, no less!) forced me to stoop to dirty lies, blatant deception, and unprincipled hypocrisy. That's how this cruel and heartless game affects good people, where the main thing is victory. Whoever loses is a loser in life, will never succeed, will never find a decent job, will never have good friends, will never find true love. In the end, they'll end up on the street in dirty, tattered clothes, with a bottle of cheap vodka in their hands and in a cardboard box by the trash can. That's the way it is. The winners can relax, lean back in their chairs, and confidently say to themselves: "Yes! Life is good!". And it seems I need to get used to the smell of garbage, sleeping in a cardboard box, and drinking ethyl alcohol diluted with tap water.