Небо
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Zalatov ordered dinner for himself for 5,000 setars. Gordian could also order something. When he finished his meal, his business partner, accompanied by two guards, finally arrived.
- Hello, Zalatov. How do you like the food in my restaurant?
- It's very tasty.
- I'm glad you like it. May I meet your friend?
- This is Mr. Bruttius. He works for Lutiel. Don't worry, you can talk in front of him.
- Good. I just have something to discuss...
- Is there something wrong with the goods?
- No, not at all. The goods are excellent. When have the Chalehids ever produced bad medilia? Only unskilled alchemists can ruin it.
- Then what's the problem?
- Where is Arkil? He was supposed to come with you.
- He died from medilia when we were in Sharitokefal. Idiot.
- That's unfortunate.
- Is that all you wanted to know?
- Yes, but Arkil owes me a considerable sum. Someone has to pay his debt. The deadline is today, by the way...
- Talk to Lutiel about it.
- Lutiel is hard to find. And since you're here, I'm talking to you about it.
- I won't pay this fool's debt. Maybe Lutiel will pay...
- It seems you don't understand, - the man said and pointed a pistol at Zalatov, while one of the guards pointed a pistol at Bruttius.
- Have you gone mad, Cornut?
- So, will you pay Arkil's debt?
- I've said everything I have to say about it.
- Search them, - Cornut said to his guards. The guards took all the weapons that Zalatov and Gordian had on them. - Come on, Zalatov.
- When Lutiel finds out about this...
- If you and your friend behave badly, he won't find out about anything at all.
Zalatov and Bruttius were taken to the restaurant's basement. There was an underground tunnel, through which they were led to something like a prison. In small, dirty cells, some people were sitting. They were thrown into a larger cell.
- You have three days to think about my offer, - Cornut said to Zalatov.
- Go to hell! You damned bastard! Tomorrow, your corpse will be floating in the sea!
- Think about it again, - the man said and left with his guards.
- Hello, Zalatov. How do you like the food in my restaurant?
- It's very tasty.
- I'm glad you like it. May I meet your friend?
- This is Mr. Bruttius. He works for Lutiel. Don't worry, you can talk in front of him.
- Good. I just have something to discuss...
- Is there something wrong with the goods?
- No, not at all. The goods are excellent. When have the Chalehids ever produced bad medilia? Only unskilled alchemists can ruin it.
- Then what's the problem?
- Where is Arkil? He was supposed to come with you.
- He died from medilia when we were in Sharitokefal. Idiot.
- That's unfortunate.
- Is that all you wanted to know?
- Yes, but Arkil owes me a considerable sum. Someone has to pay his debt. The deadline is today, by the way...
- Talk to Lutiel about it.
- Lutiel is hard to find. And since you're here, I'm talking to you about it.
- I won't pay this fool's debt. Maybe Lutiel will pay...
- It seems you don't understand, - the man said and pointed a pistol at Zalatov, while one of the guards pointed a pistol at Bruttius.
- Have you gone mad, Cornut?
- So, will you pay Arkil's debt?
- I've said everything I have to say about it.
- Search them, - Cornut said to his guards. The guards took all the weapons that Zalatov and Gordian had on them. - Come on, Zalatov.
- When Lutiel finds out about this...
- If you and your friend behave badly, he won't find out about anything at all.
Zalatov and Bruttius were taken to the restaurant's basement. There was an underground tunnel, through which they were led to something like a prison. In small, dirty cells, some people were sitting. They were thrown into a larger cell.
- You have three days to think about my offer, - Cornut said to Zalatov.
- Go to hell! You damned bastard! Tomorrow, your corpse will be floating in the sea!
- Think about it again, - the man said and left with his guards.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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