The glass on the window suddenly cracked, as if someone broke it. But no one threw a stone from the outside, no from the inside. If any hooligans from the street threw a stone, it would be heard, besides, the guards would immediately caught them. They are experienced here. A mouse past them does not run.
Not that marble statue.
Why did he come to mind such a ridiculous comparison? What is the statue when it comes to a broken window. Statues do not come to life, do not walk through the streets and do not beat windows. So why do you want to compare with a marble fist to the glass so much?
Does his nervous tick begin? He worked too much. It is difficult to keep in submission all these criminals, hangers-on and dodgers from the «family», which are already trying on how to beat off his place of leader. One Blaise was normal. Normal? He glanced at the head that she brought, remembered her words. The beauty was damaged by the mind since her family was destroyed, and she had to revenge on the criminal road. Beautiful and insane Blaise! But he could be worked with her. Who would think that the fragile girl with an angelic face will be his best employee? She did something that could not do the organized gangs. It seems that ln her really dreamed the devil. And God forbid him one day to break free on the will in this office.
Blaise could easily shift him from the place of leader. She would have killed immediately the rebrls, everyone else began to moan and become obedient under her iron fist. Who deserves be leader here, so it is she. But she, oddly enough, never tried to shift him. He even thought, but whether it is worth to make a testament to her. True, the testament here did not have any power. To the last word of leader, it is also unlikely that someone listens. After his death, everyone will start fighting for the power, but Blaise is able to suppress them all. She only needs to say that he would like to see her a leader.
«And what if she does not listen to you, how she didnt obey us? In your «family», as in our own she is a phenomenon.
Who said that? There were a whole choir of voices. One, two seven? And they all rang, as if the beating marble. So only children can joke. Or he was damaged headed in the head since he saw a cut-off head in a gift box.
He turned away for the moment, and when he looked at this head again, it scared him. A smile on marble lips suddenly became wider.
Could it just seem? Unlikely. Under white mouth, they even seemed tooth cutters, which were not visible before. The lips were closed. He remembered exactly. And now they will be scanned. The ear shells resemble the bends of fantastic wings. Snow white curls snatch on the temples like vipers. Maybe in fact it is just a skillfully made toy with a mechanism mounted inside. It is probably just stylized under marble. Well, the joker is Blaise! An actress! A calculating creature! She decided to frighten him to a heart attack instead of killing.
Mario touched the marble in an attempt to grope some kind of lever, from which the mechanism works, but the fingers slid along the dense surface. This, however, was marble, heavy, polished and cold as iceberg in the ocean. It seemed that it had just been taken from the freezer.
In a hot summer night, the cold had to be pleasant, but the hand of Mario as if was burnd. There are crimson marks of burns on his fingers. Probably he made it himself about a cigar or a lighter. While he was waiting for Blaise, he was nervous and smoked. He did not want to believe that she would betray him. Only not she! In it, one of all women No, not only of women, from all living beings, which he knew was something mystically attractive. From her it was impossible to take a look. Its work was impossible not to admire. He would be a little younger and would be her slave. Mario caught himself to think that Blaise somehow reminds of a demon who comes to give him an advice, push to something bad, open the proven secrets.
Officially Blaise has long been considered dead. From a fire night, when her whole family died. But she was saved. How? Damn her knew. She probably did not remember it herself, because since then she was very damaged in the mind. It is good that all of these fantasies on the theme of supernatural creatures and the apocalypse did not interfere with it to fulfill dangerous tasks, but only attached professionalism. It is a pity that not all his employees are as she. Only those who are not afraid to die are capable of performing the highest level. The fear of death stops people from much. Blaise has no such fear. When you have nothing to lose, you are not afraid to die. The girl showed herself as a daredevil. There were rumors that she recently lost the last close man who remained. If only lovers or mistresses can be considered close people. They so often betray that the words about proximity and loyalty are only a figure of speech. Mario knew it. How many mistresses had to be premature to send to the another world for the fact that they betrayed him. Their death was in this case a question of prestige. Who would have respected him, leave he them alive.
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