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Wearily removing the shoes she dislikes so much, Nancy only closes her eyes — she is too sleepy, but the phone does not stop ringing — reports come and come, and she goes into the room, opens the mail app. Flipping through a hundred messages, she just frowns and throws the phone on the drawers in the hallway, goes to the bathroom. When her tired feet touch the cold tile floor, Nancy smiles weakly and looks up as she goes to the sink, meeting her own reflection in the mirror. Is it even her?
The whisper didn't reach her – she read the words on her lips. His hand was treacherously trembling. She took a step back, raising her hands in a gesture of defenselessness; tears streamed down her cheeks. But there was no fear of dying.
Don’t mess with James Muller. From: La Mafia: In the face of death
from La Mafia project "Scheisse!" - cried Albert, noticing a man standing at the road, and swerved the steering wheel to one side. Screeching brakes, a woman's scream – the car lost control and, knocking down the guardrails, broke with a crash through the ice formed on the river only yesterday. The man standing on the road just grinned and disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Arriving half an hour later, the doctors were only able to resuscitate the driver, who flew out through the windshield; he fell into the lake and barely swam to the shore, called for help. While the paramedics were loading the two bodies into the car, an old Vespa pulled up to the scene of the accident, and a black-haired boy of about ten years old immediately flew out of it. "Don't let him in!" - someone shouted, and a policeman who was nearby grabbed him by the arm. "- Mom! - the boy shouted, struggling. - Dad!" The policeman held him in silence, trying to block a view of the covered bodies, on which the snow had already fallen.
the shadows of those she killed will overtake her