Аннотация: A stalker, a quite ordinary man, is met by girls who are very extraordinary. And they have superpowers and such cool quirks. These girls are just super and hyper.
. STALKER GAME WITHOUT RULES
ANNOTATION
A stalker, a quite ordinary man, is met by girls who are very extraordinary. And they have superpowers and such cool quirks. These girls are just super and hyper.
. CHAPTER #1
It must have been about thirty seconds before the buzzing in my ears stopped. It blew very hard. He was thrown a few meters back, closer to the edge of the swamp, where he felt a vile stench begin to penetrate his lungs.
He raised his hand, touched his head, checking if there was anything unkind in it in the form of a hole from a bullet or a stuck fragment. But everything was in order, if such was at all applicable to the state when you cannot get up, and any movement causes such pain that you can involuntarily die from pain shock.
Circles swam before my eyes, my chest pinched and my hand immediately reached for my pocket, where there was a first-aid kit with a syringe. Hardly enough strength could have been enough for more, but at that moment it was at least something.
Having found the necessary drug, the stalker stuck the needle with his last strength and squeezed out all the contents, feeling how the liquid and power spread through the veins, clearing the mind and filling the muscles with energy.
Soon he was able to see normally, the pain in his chest gradually subsided, and he finally managed to get up and see that all this time he had been lying in the middle of reeds, stink and dirt. The weapon was thrown back by the explosion a little further. There were no visible wounds on the body, and all his attempts to find at least something confirming the pain that he felt before the injection were unsuccessful. He was intact, although a little dented.
The air was saturated with death. It was felt with every breath and the portion of air that entered his lungs as he crawled to his weapon and saw through the wall of gray plants and marsh grass several bodies of stalkers lying right in front of his eyes. Nearby, the howling of pseudo-dogs and some other creatures, growling, felt very close to this place, was heard. Smelling blood and fresh flesh, they were about to appear here.
The man frantically checked the magazine - the cartridges should have been enough for a couple of minutes, but only if the creatures did not swoop down on him en masse, then he would have a hard time.
"Grenade" - flashed through his head. This was the last argument in disputes with mutants, but unfortunately he had nothing of the kind now.
"Maybe check the bodies? One of them must have had at least one."
He got to his feet, removed the automatic safety catch and carefully, as if walking through a minefield, began to move forward, getting closer and closer to the place where the explosion had thundered and his comrades had been killed.
Here. almost at the crater, where a mine was clearly laid, the stench of burnt meat hit my nose. He waited a little, suppressing the feeling of vomiting, then took one step, dropped to one knee and turned the mutilated body of the stalker onto his back.
Bad luck, he thought, checking his pockets for grenades.
Then he went to the second, third. I had to remove several spare magazines and move towards the old shack left here since the first ejection and barricade myself, leaving only one exit from where it was possible to fire on the mutants if they sensed it and trampled straight to the house.
"Damn," he finally said from his chest.
The man took out a walkie-talkie, put it to his ear and began to speak long-learned words, hoping that he would be heard before the mutants gnawed the last piece of his meat.
- Base, this is the Falcon, we were ambushed, only I survived.
He repeated this several more times, listening to the emptiness of the ether. Then he did it one more time, hoping that the recent release was to blame, and this one interfered with radio communications, but after his call for help was not answered, he turned off the radio, pressing the machine gun to his chest.
It was warm in the barracks at that time. Around nine o'clock in the evening, when the reconnaissance squads and artifact hunters returned to their usual places of lodging for the night, the room became overcrowded. The hall was filled with people, hubbub, tales and anecdotes were poisoned. Those who managed to take out something more expensive than torn trousers from the campaigns immediately went to the merchant, whose kennel was located on the second floor right behind Borov's office.
The old man was not willing to make contact. He was generally a quiet person. These are usually shunned, considered crazy or not of this world. But since the grandfather (that's what all the local stalkers respectfully called him for his age and experience) was the head of the sanatorium, the need to at least occasionally turn to him for help forced the stalkers to bow to him.
I can't believe we're at zero again.
Victor wearily entered the hall, looking around the crowded room, where, as usual, it smelled of sweat, cigarettes, alcohol and stinking stories. Then he walked a little forward, where he spotted a small table in the very corner and joined two more stalkers who were finishing their beer after the hike.
-Well, how? What did you come back with, Vitya? Judging by your face, it's a mess.
He really was exhausted by a long and dangerous road. Polissya swamps have never been friendly to strangers, especially if they rushed into her possessions for artifacts. From the very time when the Zone moved north and covered part of the Brest and Gomel regions, many stalkers praised these places, taking out a myriad of swag and rare artifacts from there. Whole caravans went into the swamp stalkers, until the source began to dry up. Much water has flowed under the bridge since those days. Khabar has become much less, and the risk has increased many times over. Someone else managed to find a couple of rare specimens for which scientists were ready to tear each other's throats, but once at a time it didn"t happen and there were a dozen absolutely zero for one successful trip. And it's good if there were no losses. After all, there were cases when half of the detachment returned from a completely ordinary raid, telling how pseudo-dogs torn apart the rest on the way to the places, or even worse. There were many stories about those places, but this still did not stop the stalkers. Thirst for profit is such a thing. It is difficult to keep oneself from a big risk when the kush can provide a comfortable life until old age.
"Everything is bad," Victor said, taking out the last can of stew from the backpack, which was left from the campaign. He quickly opened it, running the tip of a knife over the lid, after which he ate all the contents in an instant, swallowing most of it almost without chewing - the stalker had such a strong feeling of hunger.
We went all the way to the Crater itself.
- Have you been there? - one of the stalkers standing nearby asked.
He laughed softly.
You may not believe me, I do not oblige you to anything.
-And what's it like there? I heard bandos have chosen those parts. It is convenient to catch yellowmouths - the places are deaf. It makes no sense to look for someone who disappears, so they shy away there in droves.
Both stalkers looked at each other. Victor realized that they knew this firsthand.
-A lot of all sorts of rubbish there and bandits are the lesser of the evils that I met there.
Having finished the remnants of his modest stalker meal, he lifted his backpack on his shoulders, thanked the peasants for the company and went to the merchant. There were slightly fewer people on the second floor, but due to the small area of \u200b\u200bthe room and the lack of windows and good ventilation, it stank as if a pseudo-giant had just been killed and gutted here, whose remains now stank right under his feet. They finished off Victor's sense of smell and cigarettes smoldering on the table at the merchant. He had not smoked for several years and, unlike his smoking colleagues, he felt the vileness of tobacco with every breath.
There was a queue. Several soldiers from duty, apparently passing through these places to their base and stopping by to replenish ammunition and provisions, intently examined the goods laid out on the table. Weapon. Ammunition. Equipment and uniforms. All this was in a more or less proper condition, which sometimes caused no less surprise than the burer in the surrounding areas, because the sanatorium complex and the residential and outbuildings adjacent to it were very far from the mainland, and it turned out to be extremely difficult to get this. But Vitold was a huckster for that, because he knew how to find any product, and if good money was attached to this, then one could not worry about the result - everything would be delivered on time and on time. And now, when a group of debtors, having finally made a purchase and filled Vitold's wallet with banknotes, stepped aside, a smile reigned on his face.
- A day is not spent in vain when the client leaves satisfied, and I make a profit.
- I'm glad that everything is fine with you, - Victor said, approaching the counter.
- Well, monsieur, what did you complain about? You haven't been in a while. I thought for an hour that you were all dead, so to speak, the zone took you and turned you into one of those freaks at the burner.
But I'm here and my brain is fine.
- And it pleases me, it means you have a good product.
Victor was silent. Frankly speaking, he had nothing to offer Vitold and he did not want to admit it. From the last raid, the stalker came out empty and devoid of strength, barely reaching the sanatorium. Nevertheless, he did have something, something valuable that could not be touched or visually assessed, something that even Borov dreamed of getting.
- I have info, Witold. I know where the giant chimera went. I can show.
The merchant looked suspiciously at his client, then looked at the other stalkers behind him, who were waiting for their turn, after which he leaned forward a little, hanging his body over the school desk that served as Vitold's desk.
- You better not mention this rusty creature. The last time she killed twelve people at RUES. Since then, no one has seen her, and it would be better if she fell straight into hell than frightened my clients with her presence.
Indeed, many people called her rusty because of the color of coarse wool, which resembled rusty barbed wire wound on the same rough and durable skin. More than all other individuals of this type, she gorged herself on stalkers to some incredible size, which is why local groups even suspended hostility in order to unite and kill her. But after the raid on the RUES, the creature disappeared without a trace and since then no one has seen it.
-So you're not ready to pay for it?
Witold returned to his previous position, leaning back in his chair, crunching under the weight of its owner. Snapping his fingers and rubbing his broad forehead, he showed with all his appearance how greed and curiosity fought inside him.
"Damn," he said, slamming his palms on the table. - I haven't been stumped by such proposals for a long time.
-So the question is the price?
"Not only," he paused for a second. -What if you're lying? What if you get the money and don't say anything sensible. Then look for the wind in the field. The zone is large, the devil knows where it will take you.
- Have I ever lied to you?
No, but there's a first time for everything.
"In principle, I understand your caution," Victor said, throwing his backpack over his shoulders.
- I am very glad that we found mutual understanding. Better go to Borov. He's right there right now. The old man is perspicacious, he immediately distinguishes a lie, if you can convince him, I will help you with something in your hunt, but otherwise - sorry. Here, every second person has either seen ghosts, or communicated with God, or seen strange mutants in the woods on a full moon. And everyone needs money, weapons and equipment.
Victor left, still hearing the merchant's old grumblings. He stopped at the door - someone opened several attic windows, where a sniper pair is located closer to the night for safety reasons, and fresh air, pushed by the increased wind, began to penetrate into the sanatorium.
Victor took a deep breath. It was pleasant for him to breathe, if not perfectly clean, but fresh air, which diluted the sugary mixture of stench that hung all this time on the second floor. Step by step, he breathed more often, as if this air contained his whole life and he could not saturate his body with it before meeting the inevitable.
He knocked on the door in the old fashioned way: three short times, mindful of his grandfather's reticence, reflected in almost everything. The usual answer to the knock was not followed, but for some reason Victor thought that he could already enter, after which he slightly opened the heavy wooden door and stepped into the well-lit office.
Borov was sitting at a large table, looking at something on the monitor screen. The person who entered did not interest him at all, only once he looked up in order to take a look at the guest, after which he again drowned in the lines of the text document running down.
Victor walked closer to the table, sat down on a nearby chair and waited. It happened to the old man when he ignored what was happening around him, after which he again returned to our world as if nothing had happened. And now Victor had to wait fifteen minutes before Borov looked up from his computer and finally turned his attention to the stalker.
"Speak," the grandfather thundered in a bass voice.
- I have information about the chimera, the one that notably ruffled our nerves six months ago. I saw her on the border of the Brest region in the Zhadin region. The locals said that the creature dangles further: Stolin, Rechitsa, Ravens. People are disappearing more and more. Looks like she's settling into her new hunting grounds.
Borov said nothing. Without getting up from his chair, he turned to the map hanging on the wall and stared at the place that Victor was talking about.
- Got far.
- I met her on the way to the crater. She slept in the lowland, right in the reeds, waiting out the midday heat. In general, I was lucky, if I got caught by her a little later, when it would become cooler, who knows how it would all end.
The old man was silent. He seemed to be weighing all the pros and cons, like Vitold, tormented by doubts about the information, he was in no hurry to make a decision, which notably tested Victor's patience. He was about to turn around and walk away, spitting on all the rules, to recruit people and independently solve the outlandish creature and pass for a legendary hunter, when suddenly the old man came to life. He returned from the country of reflections, in which he had been all this time. He turned to face the stalker and uttered the same laconically.
-What do you want?
-I need the right weapon. I just returned from a raid today and I'm naked like a falcon. I don"t have the funds to buy everything I need, but if you help me with this business, and I manage to fill up the creature, then stalkers will flock here in droves and there will be a lot of swag.
The grandfather was silent for a moment.
-And if not?
Here Victor did not find anything to say. In truth, the whole Rusty hunt was pure madness and suicide. She killed heavily armed people at the RUES, that she should do the same with a small group of stalkers, and even on her own territory.
-I'll try to make it work.
Finally squeezed out Victor. But Borov stood his ground. The grandfather repeated his question.
-What if you can't do it?
After Victor left the question unanswered, the grandfather silently turned to the computer and continued his reading. This meant that the conversation was over. The old man accepted the decision and there could be no talk of any weapon.
He went out into the corridor, where it still stank like garbage, passed by two other stalkers who were waiting for their audience at Borovp, and then went down to the first floor. The people were all there. At some point, there were so many of them that it was impossible to take a step so as not to hit someone with a shoulder.
Nevertheless, he managed to squeeze through to the exit and get out, where Victor was able to take a deep breath. Tobacco smoke no longer squeezed his lungs - breathing became much easier, and the cloying mixture of sweat and alcohol remained behind him. Rusted but still strong doors slammed shut behind him and the Zone opened before his eyes.
When he first got here, there was little that was inhabited by people and everything in the district resembled a quiet, dead chaos that occurs when a nuclear fungus grows on the horizon and the shock wave blows you to hell. Something similar happened here as well. However, a certain force: the Lord or nature, as anyone is interested, began to restore order and soon these places were filled with living creatures, somehow adapted to radiation, and when this attack began to fade away, carried away by unknown forces farther north, began to appear and people. The mutants came after them. The hunter and the victim (depending on which side to look at) suddenly found themselves in front of each other, which forced each of the groups to strictly outline their possessions. People settled in the sary building of the sanatria. The complex of the times of the late USSR, it is damn well preserved even after all the cataclysms and dozens of eruptions, becoming a safe haven for hundreds of wanderers and vagabonds who were looking for their happiness in the Zone. A small area around the three campuses of the sanatorium was also guarded by people, but everything that was behind it was a wilderness, it all belonged to mutants. There were other laws. Primitive, animals, when the instincts dormant inside the stalkers woke up and they turned into the same predators, forgetting about their human existence.
And now, looking ahead of him, into the distant distance, where the remains of the once great empire were drowned in high thickets of reeds, where multi-storey buildings turned into hotbeds of mutants and creatures unknown to science, Victor felt his whole body braced, and his hands automatically reached for weapons.
The world has really changed. Not as quickly as it seemed to many, but dramatically, changing not so much the landscape of the entire territory as the souls of people who decided to devote their lives to the Zone. She absorbed people, owned the minds as much as no dope could do. Possessed by the miracles happening in this place, driven by dreams of getting rich or simply knowing a different life, people poured into these places in todpas, regardless of any danger.
Victor walked along a long street, stretched out like a boa constrictor in a thicket, between the once residential high-rise buildings. They died. A very long time ago, people left their homes, leaving the brick giants to live out their lives in the new world.
Metal clanged underfoot - tram tracks just ran in this place. True, now they were rusty and resembled swollen veins, long devoid of blood, but no less terrible for that.
Emptiness.
Victor suddenly saw some strange footprints. They were like rabbits, but quite large. What does the claws here tiger and very sharp. Even the metal of the rail was scratched.
Victor frowned. It was not enough to stumble upon a mutant rabbit. This animal, the size of a good lion, could spit poison at a distance. And it's not easy to stop
even an explosive bullet. It is clear that meeting with such a rabbit and a poisonous tiger at the same time did not bode well. It really is a monster.
Victor turned into an alley and involuntarily crouched down. He was not looking for unnecessary adventures.
He pulled out a pistol from his belt. I listened. Such a large beast cannot sneak up unnoticed. Suddenly, the stalker saw a skeleton from his side. He was so...
Terribly mangled and gnawed. And on the bones hung fragments of the form, and obviously they had been killed and gnawed recently - the flowing blood had not had time to freeze.
Victor cursed:
- This is a Japanese policeman!
And froze ... He listened again. Everything seemed to be quiet. But intuition suggested that it would be best to return to the company of other stalkers, or choose a house
more reliable. Victor moved crouching... And in short dashes.
And then a muffled growl was really heard, and the scratching of someone's powerful paws. Victor accelerated, he rushed to the door. At the same instant, flames flared up behind him.
And the fire hit the dirty suit. Victor looked back. A monster followed him. The size of a bull was a mixture of a rabbit with ears and a lion with powerful paws.
And yet this beast blazed with fire.
Victor had heard that mutant rabbits could spit poison, but he didn't think that this ability extended to breathing fire.
The man nearly died of fright. And the beast rapidly reduced the distance. Now he has already overtaken Victor and hit the stalker with his paw. The impact knocked the man off his feet.
The carcass stepped on Victor from above and crushed him. Then a carnivorous mouth clicked.
Another moment and it's over. At that moment, a beam flashed, and some unknown force threw the mutant rabbit away. It was as if he had been struck by lightning.
The monster tried to twitch again, but was again struck to death. And the huge carcass charred, subsided.
Victor was in great shock. He never expected this. And so that there was such a powerful weapon in the zone that it would shoot with rays.
At the same time, fear gripped the man. And suddenly he himself will be killed. Who needs him - another numerous stalker ...
Half of Belarus has already been covered by the anomalous zone, and adventurers from all over the world come here in pursuit of artifacts. And someone is specifically looking for what
can be robbed. You can still find a lot of valuable things in the houses. And the mafia also has its own interests in the zone.
Victor tried to crawl away. And then, suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. Victor blinked his eyes. He seemed to be delirious.
The front was a girl of fabulous beauty. She was wearing a tight-fitting jumpsuit that did not hide her figure with an open head, and you could see how her golden,
lush hair. And the face is courageous and at the same time beautiful.
Victor tried to get up, as the girl suddenly took and grabbed his nose with her bare toes. There really was something to go to the roof.
A fabulously beautiful girl walks around the zone barefoot. And so I grabbed it.
Victor felt intense pain. His nostrils were pinched like pincers. And this beautiful girl had such strong fingers. And then he felt something grab
him and behind the mane.
Victor heard the voice of another girl, it was very pleasant, and at the same time sinister:
- Well, did Gerda catch the kid?
The blonde girl replied with a laugh:
How do you see Charlotte? True small and not too handsome man!
Victor was confused. In fact, what he is: a three-day stubble, not washed for a long time, sweaty, smelly. Yes, and he does not shine with beauty, and he is already over thirty years old.
Victor is generally a so-so man ... The most ordinary. Height is average, nothing special in bed either. Several teeth are already missing and there is nothing to insert.
The simplest person, not some Hollywood hero. And here are the girls. A second girl appeared before him. She was fiery red. And also in tight
overalls that do not hide the figure. Moreover, it was clear that the girls are very muscular and have abs with tiles. Both are very beautiful, with courageous faces,
and tall. At least they are meter eighty-five and it's barefoot. in high heels, girls would be tall at all.
The redhead was armed with some fancy machine gun, and on her belt hung the devil knows what else. Yes, and a blonde with a full arsenal.
Victor thought it was strange that the girls were barefoot. After all, there is so much infection in the zone, and the soil itself is poisoned, and full of various poisonous mold, fungi, nettles, and
various kinds of insects.
In fact, these girls risked a lot with their bare soles, which, oddly enough, are pink and clean, dirt and dust do not stick in them.
In general, these girls are so unusual.
There are far fewer women in the area than men. And it is easy to get infertility in it, and the birth of a mutant child. Although there are rare adventurers - lady bandits,
and prostitutes. Although, of course, completely degraded women go to prostitutes, many of which are terrible and drunk. In general, alcohol is popular in the zone.
He believes that he neutralizes at least partially radiation and many poisons. But from drunkenness, women quickly grow old and lose their marketable appearance. This is sad.
And these girls, so young, fresh, tanned and healthy - just a feast for the eyes.
Victor muttered, grabbing Gerda's bare foot with his hands, who continued to hold his nose:
- Let it go because it hurts!
The girl laughed, saying:
- Yes, it hurts ... But what do you say patsuk. I did save you!
Victor answered with a sigh:
- I could pay you, but I have almost nothing!
Gerda giggled and remarked:
- And what to take from such a poor guy like you!
Red Charlotte said:
- Maybe he will lick us?
Gerda snorted contemptuously:
- He stinks!
And kicked Victor away. The man pulled on his back... The girls laughed in unison. They were so sexy that Victor involuntarily got aroused.
Charlotte, meanwhile, approached the carcass of the mutant rabbit and slapped its fur, noting:
- Noble person! But only his tail is valuable!
Gerda nodded and asked Victor:
- If you do not want us to cut off your head, tell us where the luck stone is!
Victor muttered in confusion:
- Yes, I ... Would I be like that if I had a stone of luck!
Charlotte cut off the bushy tail of the rabbit lion. She put it in her bag and growled:
- He's lying! The old man told him where the stone was! Shall we cut off his head?
Victor muttered in confusion:
Why would he say that? Who am I to him? Moreover, you yourself would know from him ...
Gerda growled:
- It won't work... But I feel that it is not as simple as it seems. Maybe we'll take him to the basement and torture him according to the rules!
Charlotte nodded in agreement.
- Definitely it should be done! Take him to the basement and try there!
Gerda wanted to say something, when she heard swearing and dirty obscenities.
The girls turned. A dozen dirty and tattered men appeared on the road. They were moving towards the girls. And at the same time they cursed, and quite dirty.
Charlotte giggled.
- This is a gang of fists ... How full of kritins the world is!
And she pulled out a gun.
Gerda nodded in agreement.
- Let's kill them! There is too much dirt in the zone!
And both girls took and bared their faces. Victor trembled with fear. So much anger seemed in the eyes of these extraordinary girls. I wonder who they are?
And what a phenomenal power they have! What they just can not.
From the pistols of Charlotte and Gerda, beams flew out. They hit the men who were moving in their direction, clearly wanting to rape the beauties.
And then the hellish heat and... Several people were cut at once by the rays. They collapsed with a howl. The rest raised their machine guns and sawn-off shotguns.
Both girls: the redhead and the blonde rolled over. And at once they will take and plant. These were death rows. And here they fall again, in
the mass of the man. Pretty nasty crowd...
Gerda shot back and squeaked:
- Fa doll!
Charlotte noted:
- Quickly we are with them!
Twelve men from the kulak gang were killed. They were beaten with some unusual beam weapon. Two of them were still writhing and twitching.
Gerda yelled:
- Black raven in the face of death,
The victim is waiting for the midnight hour...
Charlotte confirmed:
- There will be immortality for warriors,
If you hit boldly in the eye!
. CHAPTER #2
The girls busily ransacked the corpses. They took away all the money from their pockets and belts, took a few small pebbles-artifacts.
Next, pick up the weapons. And then Victor could not believe his eyes. All these knives, pistols, machine guns, sawn-off shotguns, got into handbags
warriors and literally disappeared there ...
Victor asked in surprise:
- How do you do it?
Gerda giggled and replied:
You don't understand man!
Charlotte logically stated:
Well, it's too long to explain! Come on get up and follow us! You'll still come in handy if you don't want to be cut off
head!
Gerda giggled and remarked:
- Yes, and immediately!
And grabbed Victor by the scruff of the neck. Easily tore it off the ground, and carried it.
The man hovered and thrashed helplessly in the air. Charlotte picked up Victor's gun with her bare toes and threw it at him.
He automatically grabbed the weapon.
The redhead nodded approvingly.
- Not a bad reaction!
Victor answered with a sigh:
-Otherwise do not survive!
Gerda put him on his feet and nodded.
- Come with us! And don't you dare run away. We move faster than the fastest man in the world.
And she pushed Victor with a machine gun.
He bent over and walked along with the girls. He looked like a beaten dog.
The girl slapped her feet, leaving bare, graceful footprints in the dust. Moreover, Charlotte dipped her feet in blood.
It seems that both stole no one to be afraid. And they are so sexy - just defiantly.
Victor asked the girls:
- Who you are?
The red-haired warrior replied with a smile:
- What do you think?
The man threw up his hands.
- I do not know! But you are so special!
Gerda nodded, baring her teeth.
- We are the ones that can kill you ... But in which case we are able to give a reward. it already depends on you!
Viktor chuckled skeptically.
- How can I be useful to such cool women like you?
In response, Gerda raised her leg and again grabbed Victor's nose with her bare fingers and squeezed much harder. And she bellowed:
We are not your women! Women sell seeds in the market!
Charlotte nodded.
- Right! But you know a lot! For example, such an artifact as a stone of rejuvenation!
Victor shuddered and noted:
- This is a very rare stone. And it has side effects. You can even become a little boy if you hold it in your hands for a long time.
Moreover, outside the zone, those who received such youth simply die. And inside the zone, turning into children, adults also lose
strengths and skills, and often adult memory.
Gerda nodded in agreement.
- Yes, we have heard that the stone of youth has side and not very pleasant properties. However, when combined with a lucky stone,
and with some other artifacts, he can make a person outside the zone an immortal and forever young superman. So that...
Charlotte readily confirmed:
- If you want to live, help us!
Victor shivered and asked:
-Who are you anyway?
Gerda remarked with a smile:
- Extra knowledge will only shorten your life!
Charlotte confirmed:
We only have more reasons to kill you!
Victor paused... They passed the fetid dump. Some bum, seeing the girls, rushed to them and began to beg:
- Give the orphan ... a crust of bread!
Charlotte picked up a shard of glass with her bare toes and threw it. A bum who jumped too close got a point right in the eye. And a piece of glass
pierced the stem and entered the brain. The rogue collapsed.
Viktor whistled.
- Lovno! Very clever!
Gerda noted:
- We can't do that!
Charlotte growled.
- Yes, I soaked the microbe!
Victor remarked:
- This is also a man and killing is so cruel!
Charlotte laughed and remarked:
- Or maybe vice versa. Than here to vegetate in the other world it will be much better for the homeless!
Gerda remarked with a smile:
- Right! Why should a scumbag live ... For humanity, this is a small loss!