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Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 10:18

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Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 10:18

Vasily, who had suddenly lost his slackness and laziness, brought them to the park. He still stank, farted as he walked, and burped loudly, guzzling the last bottle of vodka along the way, unable to even get a little tipsy. The homeless man knew his way around the alleys, underpasses, and rarely used roads much better than Igor, who trusted his experience. They walked along such winding paths that the guy would never have thought about them. Three holes in the fence, a huge drain pipe leading to the territory of a partially abandoned factory, and then a passage through the emergency exit gate, right past the guard smacking his lips in his sleep. Narrow alleys, a shortcut through a private plot with a small vegetable garden. Vasily also grabbed and gobbled up a piece of lard hanging on a thread, promised to the tits, along with the last sip of vodka, which made the tits clearly twitter something obscene. A wide arc of circumvention along the forest belt, and here they are approaching the park from the outside. Unnoticed by anyone and completely invisible.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:09

The stench of the Other Side came again slowly, from afar, displacing Vasily's scent and making the Vessels spin in his chest in an accelerated spiral, melting the harmful force into nothing. Vasily, who often picked mushrooms in the summer, was also the first to sound the alarm. By the way, he said, half of the places at the market where they sell "their own mushrooms, personally picked" were bought from homeless people, bums, alcoholics, and other trash. That's why he had a habit of carefully looking under his feet. The find was not exactly a nightmare, but very alarming given the general situation and what Igor personally knew. A torn sleeve of a sports jacket stained with something greenish, as well as a black hat with a print of two-two-eight lying a little to the side. It seemed like nothing special. There was no blood, just as there were no pieces of a dead body, but it was hard to believe that this was random garbage without a tragic backstory.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:21

They walked more carefully from there. Vasily led them through the most brutal gullies, ravines, and all that, so as not to meet anyone on the way. Well, Igor couldn’t even imagine what skills the life of a homeless person allows one to hone, although it is logical. They are extremely defenseless social individuals who have to fear everyone, from the police to teenage punks. The latter, by the way, should be feared even more, because if the police can kick someone for fun only occasionally, then the younger generation has always been distinguished not only by its very outstanding cruelty towards the defenseless, but also by its extreme lack of brakes. So, walking through the undergrowth and going around thickets of especially thorny bushes, covered by two regularly renewed blessings at once, they found the first body.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:22

Well, what does it mean, body?

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:23

They found a fragment of it. A piece of the left leg, together with the boot, was lying in the middle of a small ravine and, it seemed, had flown here along a parabola, thrown from somewhere else. Having exchanged glances with Vasily, the combat duo only increased their caution, gripping the crowbar and hammer more tightly, respectively. They reached the place from which the Upside Down was blowing the strongest, already quite nervous, not even using flashlights to illuminate it. The night turned out to be cloudless for once, and the light of the half moon was quite enough. It was not the largest of the unfinished buildings, but still quite large, a full floor and a half, surrounded by a high tin fence. The gates were closed, but not locked, because the lock on them was melted through, so all that was left was to push harder.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:25

Instead of pushing, Igor put his finger to his mouth, demanding silence, and then took out a knife and began to cut and carve a passage for himself. The sparkling white kitchen knife pierced the purely material barrier as if it were a mithril two-handed sword sharpened to plus eight. A new door appeared in the fence surprisingly quickly, and the cut piece fell silently onto the snow that had fallen only yesterday and had not yet had time to melt. Very, very scarlet snow, because someone had definitely been killed on it, and in general, this place looked as if there had been a fight here recently. They had fought, battled, killed each other, and not cut a defenseless victim. When creatures with superpowers cut ordinary people, no traces of the struggle are left.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:28

From inside the long building came muffled voices, equally muffled laughter, and some ominous gurgling, and no matter how hard you listened, you couldn't make out individual words. And if you listened too hard, your head would start to hurt, but nothing became clearer. The windows were not glazed, but carefully sealed with film, and a dim light was shining through, allowing them to discern the humanoid figures of those inside. People, it seemed, or, more likely, were people not so long ago and had not yet lost their appearance. Somehow, Igor did not believe that someone had managed to kill the creatures before them. The building smelled too strongly of the Other Side. Most likely, the local creatures were the first to kill their colleagues who dropped in for a visit. Or even not the Exalted Ones, but simply local mid-level drug business bosses who came to check where and how lower-level representatives of the drug business disappeared.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:32

There was no door, only plastic strips, heavy and thick, and therefore not particularly affected by drafts. Igor had no intention of climbing in there. He rather wanted to open the film on one of the dark windows, coming from the inside, not from the outside. Alas, they had come too close, had behaved too carelessly, forgetting that they were not the only ones who had the means to violate the laws of the real world with all sorts of unscientific nonsense. His protection had reacted at the same time as Vasily's protection, as soon as he had come three steps closer to the walls of the building. It had not sagged or lost its charge, but had reacted. Having listened to his own Tablet, having assessed the feedback, which he had very good due to the high scale of understanding, Igor realized: it was as if they had touched a weightless and very thin web, only woven exclusively from energy, but not matter. The voices inside suddenly stopped, replaced by the sounds not even of footsteps, but of running, hasty and rapid, and the source of these sounds was approaching them.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:36

Vasily either didn't have such feedback from the protection, or simply hadn't had time to get used to the protection and master this ability to track contact. But he heard a brief moment of silence and those same hurried movements, so he wasn't taken completely by surprise. A figure flew out of the doorway in a halo of plastic strips, blocking his view, immediately attacking with a blow of brass knuckles to the ear. Attacking and hitting, and with such force and a dull click that without protection it could kill even a super-homeless person reinforced by his Tablet, and an ordinary person's skull would simply be split, like a watermelon when meeting a large caliber. Fortunately, the protection on Vas-Vas still hung, having immediately lost a fifth of its strength, no less. Vasily's own blow was delivered literally at the same time as the attack on him, awkwardly and clumsily, but with a hammer, and reinforced with whiteness.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:42

He hit the chin, and blew the chin off, literally tearing it off along with part of the upper jaw, but the figure of the attacker only staggered and growled dully, with a gurgling whistle, trying to hit again. This time, the homeless man successfully stepped back, hitting again, from top to bottom, right at the crown. The enemy successfully blocked the blow, completely losing both his hand and the pale green field of stinking power of the Other Side covering that hand. The hammer blow, characteristically, did not stop, successfully flying into the head and breaking it like a rotten fruit. Either a creature or a man was just falling when the next figure flew out of the same gap, jumping with all its mass on Vas-Vas, growling and howling like an animal, trying to tear him to shreds with clearly inhuman claws.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 18:08

The hammer flew out of his unclenched hand. The protection trembled under the constant pressure of the claws, which slid along the slippery glass barrier, unable to find a point of support. Igor raises the crowbar and prepares to empty one of the three free ones, two are reserved for reinforcements, Vessels for renewing the protection, but an unfinished bottle of vodka comes into play. Vasily literally stuck it bottom-first into the skull of the creature that attacked him, clearing its way into the enemy's inner world with a white flash. True, the enemy instantly turned into a dead sack of meat and crushed him with all his mass, depriving him of the opportunity to maneuver. Here Igor changed his mind about wasting the Vessel, stepping forward and poking into the emptiness in front of him with the sharp end of the crowbar. It was a good hit, because the third opponent, running out of the door, immediately caught the armor-piercing blow with his chest, not at all embarrassed by the crowbar that had pierced his solar plexus, striking Igor with his whole body.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 18:39

The brute was, oddly enough, a real brute, so the strong but light young man was carried away with the freak who pushed him. He picked him up in his arms and literally threw him to the ground, even trying to hit him from above. Just like in wrestling, only now it was not a circus performance, but a real attempt to kill. The protection withstood this, even a little charge remained in it, and Igor managed to roll to the side to avoid the blow of a mighty foot that was about to stomp his head with a boot. The enemy should have finished off the temporarily disoriented not with a blow, but with a sharp change of position young man, but he staggered, coughed, exhaling a hoarse and angry curse. Igor took advantage of the moment, rolling away again and right in the roll, using the Vessel to renew the protection.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 18:46

The enemy is visible in the moonlight, unnaturally powerful muscles are visible, twisted and hypertrophied at the shoulder joint, making him look a bit like some kind of gorilla. His overgrown face and naked torso are covered with such a layer of hair that you could really mistake him for a monkey. The crowbar sticking out in the center of his chest is almost invisible, but the snow under the creature's feet is covered with fresh drops of scarlet liquid. Coughing and growling, as if through force, this shit stretched its arms forward and to the sides, stepping on Igor, who seemed very thin and fragile to itself. With a curse and a fart, Vasily pushes the corpse of the clawed abomination off himself, and the thug, slightly distracted by this action, missed the moment of Igor's dash. The lad, clutching a kitchen knife, moved sharply to the left, trying to turn his opponent's back to Vasily, and when he tried to track them both, he simply... threw the knife. Just like the crowbar back then, in the fat cannibal's apartment.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 18:51

In fairness, to be honest, he hit the enemy in the forehead exclusively with the handle of the blade, not the blade, but it didn't matter. The flash of whiteness that filled Igor's weapon played its part. Initially, it was possible to preserve the shine effect on a weapon that had left contact with the body only in fragments, weakly, and, well, not at all effectively. Well, Igor had an old set of throwing darts, as well as a thick kitchen board made of very strong wood, on which he trained to maintain the shine when throwing a projectile. Incidentally, not only the board suffered, but also the wall, a couple of times being completely pierced, but this act of vandalism against his own home just paid for itself.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 18:55

The mutant monkey, dressed only in his family pants with hearts, looked up in bewilderment at the knife sticking out of his forehead with the blade outward, and sank on the scarlet snow, slowly and even majestically. Igor suppressed the desire to puke. It seemed he was gradually getting used to the sight of the blood bath, and only with a quiet curse did he pull the crowbar covered in unnaturally scarlet blood out of the wound. Vasily, who had gotten to his feet, had already found the hammer, and then, exchanging glances with Igor, understood without words his answer to the question that had never been asked. They continue. Simply because retreating now is simply dangerous, fraught with a blow to the back. And Igor personally was literally frozen by the vile force pushing through the doors and windows, as if it had further increased the intensity of the flow of the Other Side.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 18:57

Entering the door, they hurriedly, but without running, moved to the far wing, where the windows were lit and silhouettes flickered. But before they began either to enter the doorway, blocked by the same structure as the door to the building itself, or to break the wall to penetrate by sudden stealth penetration, a completely articulate voice was heard from inside the room. A rattling, unpleasant, slightly mocking voice, but nonetheless a voice, and not the inarticulate sounds emitted by the creatures. Human.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 18:59

"Hi, faggots." Not young, but not old either, the typical voice of a typical gopnik from the neighborhood, just textbook. "Look at your feet, you fucking morons."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 19:00

They both glanced, having managed to discern before their eyes the symbols of a putrid green color that covered the concrete floor with a solid carpet. But they did not have time to do anything else, if you do not count the muffled swearing from Vas-Vas, and a much louder fart from him. A flash, silent, but at the same time deafening, pierces from the feet to the last hair, literally washing out the strength from the body, the power over that body, forcing, coercing, forcibly forcing to empty all the Vessels at once and fall into a deep sleep. Or rather, to be more precise, trying to force, compel, and lull, resting against the protection and extremely slowly pushing through it, simply washing it away with a stream of energy concentrated in a directed impulse.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 19:02

Vasily snored standing up, falling already asleep, having lost both blessings and not being able to withstand the attack, but Igor, who controlled his Tablets and literally spent days grinding their use in all possible manifestations, and also relying on his Gift, managed to hold on. First, because at the most decisive moment he emptied another Vessel on the protection, replenishing it and not allowing it to be torn off from his essence. And while the protection remained active, the shine also did not disappear. This benefit itself would have been washed away by a stream of ritual power with an absolute guarantee, and understanding would not have helped, but the protection, the protection fulfilled its main task and function. And then the role was played by the opposition to the negative effects of the shine, which did not allow the protection to be devoured until it allowed the shine to be torn off. As a result, Igor staggered from extreme concentration, then fell to his knees, but he did not lose consciousness. He did not lose strength, and in general, he became very, very angry.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 21:18

For the faggot.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:53

For the moron.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:53

And for the phenomenal savagery of his opponent!

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:54

He heard the order to "drag them" through the cotton wool in his ears, and then he saw the one who was supposed to drag them. The utterly naked girl would have been quite beautiful if it weren't for the skin that had been ripped off alive from her arms to her shoulders, if it weren't for the eyes that had been ripped out, leaving behind empty sockets oozing with pus. If it weren't for the impossibly wide open mouth, from which a long tongue, at least a meter long, was sticking out, with those very eyes sewn onto the tip. Sometimes the guy openly hated his attention to detail, but judging by the whitish spots on and around the crotch of this tongue monster, the talkative ritualist used her not only as a combat unit.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 21:12

They rushed at each other at the same time. She, pointing her tongue-eye at him, and he, realizing that the situation needed to be turned around before he was turned into something similar. The creature struck with its tongue like a whip, slimy, vile, and even longer, trying to wrap, entangle, and pull closer. Only the whip slipped off the amulet, and the blow with the knife simply cut it off along with the eyes. A very careless placement of the visual organs, but Igor would have approved of it in every way, if he had the time and energy for articulate speech. The screeching creature screamed very much like an ordinary girl, only too loudly and as if inside the head, as if demanding, demanding to stop and not dare to offend such a beauty. He would have stopped, even for a moment, because the strange obsession was weakened by the amulet only slightly, but he was already delivering a second blow and could not stop.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:03

The knife enters the creature's temple as if into warm butter, instantly turning off the annoying crying, causing him to shudder from the missing pressure. Pushing the body to the side, he picked up the crowbar that had fallen a little earlier, stepping into the lair of Evil. It sounds pretentious, but there was simply no other way to call this place. It literally stank of evil. Not even just evil, but Evil, that very Other Side, which could not be anything for ordinary people except death, agony, abomination, and the loss of themselves. Here he do not need to be a hero or a fan of imagining himself as one, because any action against this crap is already justified. Because this simply should not be, should never be!

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:06

It was quite spacious inside and light, both from the portable lamps and the pale green sparkling glimmer that came from a very, very wide crack-hole to the Other Side. More like not a crack or a hole, but a real door, for it was the right size. An opening in the wall, deep and as if punched through solid concrete, leading into the depths of that concrete where dancing lights flickered. There were three enemies, but two were motionless, and he felt they were not quite ready, naked and thin, even skinny human figures. They stood in the far corner, their backs and heads thrown back, like drug addicts who had received a dose of dope, only they glowed with the same light as the crap on the floor, the patterns drawn on them.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:13

The third opponent, who was now bending over the gutted body of some unfortunate person lying on a film-covered table, an ordinary one, not a medical one, was very surprised to see Igor. Apparently, his tactics had never failed before, and he was genuinely dumbfounded that such a failure was possible. So genuinely that he didn’t even attack right away, and until then he hadn’t noticed the death of his walking sex doll. He was still a man, albeit a very conditional one – tall, quite stocky, with a very noticeable belly, barely covered by a once white bathrobe, dressed only in sagging underpants and that same bathrobe. He clearly bore traces of mutations on his body. A swollen lump on the right side of his head, the size of a grapefruit, no less, and an already burst lump on the left side, from which a shiny and branching horn covered in wet mucus crawled out. Unnaturally bright green eyes, almost shining from the power accumulated in him, patterns of power that burned through the skin and reached the flesh all over the body, especially on the belly, closely interspersed with typical prison tattoos.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:18

And also a prosthetic leg. It's not bionic, just a piece of wood from the hip, but it's alive and as if made of meat, shiny and oozing the same slime as the horn on his head. And this piece of shit looked at Igor as if he was that piece of shit, looking with a very surprised and gradually becoming frightened (and therefore hatefully angry) look at the knife that flashed white, stuck into the wall next to him. Well, what else can I say? Igor is not the best thrower of all sorts of things, he should have been standing behind Vasily while he took the blows and smashed everyone. The freak, who squealed in a completely unmanly way, even screamed at his creatures, hiding his fear and uncertainty behind the scream, hiding his apprehension and complete unpreparedness to confront the one who came face to face with him. Igor even became interested in whether he was an ordinary creature or originally a “colleague”, who had simply also got a bit too much of the Other Side?

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:25

"Get him, bitches, get him!" The scream is piercing and somewhat similar to the trick of the tongue-twister, but it is similar because her specialization was too narrow.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:28

The two druggie straightened up abruptly, showing completely ordinary faces, shaved heads and empty, expressionless eyes. And then they opened their mouths so wide that a three-liter jar could fit in them, and their jaws also moved apart so that their teeth began to frame this hole like a kind of collar-necklace. Igor subconsciously expected another scream, but the creatures attacked silently. They silently moved toward him, spreading their arms wide and bending low to the floor. And then the sound came - sharp, loud, popping, one pop after another. The guy slightly twitched and looked in bewilderment at the one-horned and one-legged man who was looking at him just as perplexedly, at the same time, slightly shaking his head in which seven light but fast pieces of lead hit in a row. Or what are bullets made of these days?

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:30

"You're such a rat." That was all Igor said, assessing the practically zero effect of the bullets on the protection’s reserve power.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:31

The creatures rushed at the same time, not seeming to need direct control of the one-legged man, who opened his mouth in bewilderment, but hastily reloaded his gun. And the first of them immediately went down, when the side blow of the crowbar came to the area of the neck and not just broke it, but almost cut through it. The first one was just falling, but the second one had already grabbed Igor in a sweaty and tight embrace, pressing him against the wall, breaking his arms, and trying to bite his face off. And from such attacks, protection began to melt no worse than sugar in hot water. Three, an edge of five bites, and then only to spend the last charge not to die. Attempts to hit with his legs and knees bring some result, yet each attack is strengthened by white shine, but the attacks themselves are made from an awkward position.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:40

And Igor, let's be honest, was not a master of hand-to-hand combat. He'd barely even fought at school, and all his experience hadn't prepared him for a close-contact fight for life in the arms of a naked man with a mouth the size of a watermelon. Something crunched, the creature barely audibly hissed, slightly recoiled, shouted something encouraging and offensive one-horned, and the amulet had already almost collapsed, and the panicked Standard-bearer just did not have time to renew it, did not have time to defend himself from the almost accomplished “big bite”. Vasily saved the situation, apparently having time not only to wake up, but also to realize the situation and help his comrade-in-arms. Deprived of the power in his vessels, which had hardly had time to recover, and without the protection of Igor's blessings, he simply took his hammer and threw it.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:43

He was much better at throwing things than Igor, and the altered shape of the creature's skull made it extremely fragile. Apparently, some of the bone mass had been used to build a frame for the giant mouth. The hammer hit the target, lodged in the skull of the creature, killing it instantly. With his hands free and free to move, Igor pushed the corpse in front of him, taking time to recharge his amulet, trying not to lose the initiative. The corpse in the fall hit not only the nearest table, but also a one-horned man running towards him, who apparently wanted to shoot the tenacious young man at point-blank range. He shrieked, bouncing away in horror, dropping his gun and miraculously avoiding a blow with his bare fist. He avoided the second one, too, managing to retreat, and then to fall and roll to the far corner, grabbing some sort of cleaver or surgical instrument.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:47

"Stand still, you bastards, stand still or I'll stab him." He did bring the blade over the throat of another body on the table, which, if looked at closely, is actually still breathing.... and there's no sign of gutting, and the marks on the body are fresh, not even burned through. "Now, if you still want your little faggot friend, you stay the fuck still or I'll cut him. I will. Take three steps back against the wall and put the gun on the table, asshole."

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:49

Igor, who had managed to pick up a recognizable and well-maintained TT from the floor, did not intend to approach the wall. There were too many signs there, and he had already seen the power of those signs today. He was not going to deprive himself of the weapon, which, by the way, was very uncomfortable to hold even in a thin leather glove. But it was not his hand to touch the gun, which obviously had several life sentences on it, considering the situation in this nice laboratory of a maniac. Seeing the barrel pointed at him, the scum licked its bitten lips, running its eyes in all directions, and then slowly lowered the knife to the throat of the man on the “prosector's” table, who woke up and mooed something into the gag. He was very, very, very unpleasantly surprised when the blade just slid along his skin without leaving a scratch. He struck again seriously, growled like a cornered dog, stepping to his feet and shooting his eyes toward the breach in the wall.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:52

A breach leading to the Other Side..

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 19:03

A breach that is clearly in a stable state, artificially maintained and expanded.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 10:19

"All right, bitch, all right." Igor's a little amused that he's trying so hard to pretend he's not afraid. "All right, fuck. I'm going through that door, to the other side, and we'll talk later, if we have a chance."

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:55

"Seriously, fuck?" The young man wasn't even surprised, he was stunned by such impudence, because he expected anything, from a plea to an attempt to bargain, but not such impudent bullshit. "Who will let you go?"

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 21:10

Actually, Igor didn't shoot only because he still hoped to get the freak to talk, to ask him how he turned himself into this, why he felt only one Vessel in him spinning the spiral in the opposite direction. Not in the center of his chest, but from the center, not digesting the power of the Other Side, but spreading it from that vessel, infecting the surrounding world. He wasn't one of the "colleagues," the feeling was too different. He had somehow touched this shit differently, but had retained relative rationality, which raised a lot of questions that he wanted to get answers to. And it's not so easy to shoot a living non-human in cold blood, especially if you're holding a weapon for the second time in your life, and with real ammunition for the first time.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 07:59

"Aha-ha-ha, faggot, to speak is not hard work." As if reading something in his eyes, the scum was gaining confidence in his position, not too afraid of Vasily, who was barely standing on his feet and had probably put all his remaining strength into that hammer throw. "I can see it, you're a fucking pussy. You ain't off your mama's tit. You think it's so easy to shoot a man for the first time, huh? Not in a fight, but against the wall, huh? I know your kind, I know your kind, where have I seen them? You're not a killer, you're a pussy, aren't you? No, you're not a murderer, man. So don't take it out on me, yeah. So we'll part peacefully, quietly, yeah. I'll just leave now, and you'll be here..."

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:02

The novice buffer was not the stupidest man in the world, but it took him a while to realize that he had either overestimated the freak's intelligence or he had lost all his brakes due to fear. He tried to crush his opponent morally, slowly grabbing the knife and making the first step forward. Igor of the times before the first battle near the stall, probably, could have lost in this fight of wills. But this was a different Igor, not the current one - very tired, angry, exhausted, almost died several times and reacted extremely nervously to his opponent's sudden movement. It was unclear whether he was trying to throw a knife or really wanted to escape into the breach-hole, but it didn't work out.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:03

Boom!

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:03

The first shot in his life and the first hit, right in the belly, which caused the one-horned man's face to take on an expression of completely childish and crystal-clear resentment and disbelief. He dropped the knife from his hand and pressed both palms to the wound, and his lips began to tremble, as if he was about to burst into tears. If Igor were a philosopher, he would certainly have asked himself why all sorts of animal-cruel degenerates and executioners, on some conceptual level, did not believe that pain and suffering could be inflicted on them too. But even if the young man had some inclinations to be a philosopher, now he brazenly ignored them, simply starting to fire again. Again the belly, neck, shoulder, miss, chest, miss, miss, and head, and finally another head, but not that one. He hit the tied-up prisoner, glad that he had thrown a protection on him, otherwise, it would have been awkward. And then a dry click, indicating that the pistol was out of ammunition.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 17:45

"I should have had an existential crisis from my first murder, but I don't really give a shit." He said melancholically, putting the gun down on another table, right next to someone's corpse. "I've obviously used up all my reserves of reflection and doubt for tonight."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 18:04

"Good riddance to him, my man." It was all Vasily, who could barely move his tongue, said. The rainbow mist began to draw into him, as it had into Igor, and the one left by the bodies in the street had clearly diminished in volume as it penetrated the walls and traveled the distance. "Doggy death for the dog, urghm, I'm going to puke..."

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:07

Igor did not answer the call from the very depths of his partner's soul, allowing him to release his pain into the outside world, while cursing at a certain Mahmud, who, bastard, was selling bootleg vodka. All his attention was absorbed by the prisoner, who was looking at him attentively, in whose chest three constantly emptying Vessels were spinning in a spiral, from which strength was drawn through the damned signs on his skin. He did not sob, moan, or try to break free. He only looked at Igor with a cautious and calm gaze, seemingly not experiencing any excitement at all. A typical guy, between twenty and thirty, fit, well-built, and obviously, also caught a glowing ball for himself.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.25 в 14:24