Amko
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Grand Finale.
Late at night, a rather large man walked through the main park of the city, dressed in what looked like some kind of baggy clothes. A male figure detached itself from a tree, and the glow of a cigarette briefly illuminated his magnificent mustache.
- Ready, boss?
The one whom the approaching man called boss, with some regret, tossed away a newly lit cigarette and, with a nod, said:
- Yes. Let's finish him off – and the city will be ours.
- Is everything alright? - his companion asked with some doubt - Are you sure he's the real mayor, and not just another double, boss?
- Who knows, Siv. What difference does it make?
Kash took out a shotgun and casually slung it over his shoulder. Siv, with unexpected speed for his build, pulled out a revolver, which gleamed with a cold white light under the lamplight, and they, without hiding, walked towards the mayor's house.
The city was doomed.
Someone knocked politely on Hermit's door. Hermit stretched in bed, then woke up in his rather well-furnished house, and, approaching the door, without opening it, cautiously asked: "Who's there?" In response, he heard:
-You could not bear the burden of responsibility for this city, and chaos is consuming it. Give it to someone who is capable of handling it.
A powerful blow sounded at the door, as if from a battering ram. Another - and the door was kicked in. Hermit, frightened, struck the mobster with a wooden chair, but it shattered into splinters upon hitting the sturdy steel armor.
Game over, congratulations to the mafia on their victory, namely the surviving Kash and Siverfale, as well as the deceased Major Vikhr!
Password to the role archive: "no mercy for the majority."
