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Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
Added 55 minutes later
Okay, according to my calculations, the one who's "Demy" is either: Nebo, Zedzi, or Jack. I suggest we do the following: If Nebo is "Demy," they should go check Zedzi. If Zedzi is "Demy," they should go to Jack. If Jack is "Demy," they should go to Nebo. Another option is for "Demy" to go to me.
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
-Bribery and intimidation of witnesses will no longer save you,- Amko concluded meaningfully,-last words? -I hope my son will still shoot you. Your time is up, Alejandro. -In any case, your time was up sooner. -You can't just kill someone like me - the mafia is immortal.
Kyle was taken to the lawn behind the house, where he was shot. The body was packed into a black, opaque bag and thrown into the nearest body of water.
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
This is your last day, father. What does it feel like to know that tonight you will die, and be unable to change anything? Are you afraid? You are. And all of this could have been avoided if you hadn't been a slave to your own greed. It’s a pity, but now it’s too late to change anything. You are trapped, father. Caught in the trap of your own stupidity. How ironic – the great hunter has become prey himself. And the hunting season will soon close forever. You know, father, at first I was amused by the deaths of your people. But now I am tired. Tired of going against my conscience. Tired of walking down a road paved by such scoundrels as you. I don't want to continue on this bloody path. There is only one step left to take in order to break free from these shackles, do you understand? I must kill you. And not just for my sister's sake. You are a sore on the face of civilized society. I know this very well. And I won't stop right before the finish line. Wait for me, father. Wait.
Post Scriptum: You will find this letter near your office without an accompanying body. Let this be the calm before the storm.
The calm came with just one death. Greed, embodied in Nebo, was defeated. It was done harshly, but without excess, almost mundanely. One single shot, one single bullet piercing his skull and bringing peace to a soul suffering from the deeds of its master.
The murder frightened everyone, even the previously calm Djak. Perhaps he has even started to develop paranoia; at least in the morning, he persistently claimed that he had heard footsteps outside his room during the night. But he found no one.
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
Yes, and we can also add: THIS IS ACTUALLY ME WHO KILLED THEM. I GIVE UP, GUYS. GG.
The only thing that can be linked to a single bullet is that Jack only has one line filled in on his profile (I don't know what they're called), the one where the nickname is listed.
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made
Yes, and you can also add: IT WAS REALLY ME WHO KILLED THEM, I GIVE UP GUYS GG
The only thing that can be connected with one bullet is that Jack's profile only has one... line of information (I don't know what they're called), the one where the nickname is.
Hahaha! Even the laziest Vis understands who I am=( I give up, GG WP!