- In the communal showers, a girl! Come to our barracks!... - Then followed a verse, the words of which made even the rust on the bars of the cell somehow shrink in a supernatural way.
Nael finished the song with a loud clap of her hands.
- We can try to get out of here if these guys buy it, of course. - The assassin looked around the cells as much as possible. - Maybe the bald guy and his friends will want to hear more of the song, and you can strike them in the back.
The girl wanted to start a new song.
- Oh yes, this is, of course, a very theoretical idea, but it might work.
The room was once again filled with the sounds of the song.
Except the ones we've made
