I was waiting for this. And he immediately reacted: he took out a pistol from his back pocket, fastened to the back of the chair. Such irony: a bullet from the owner of the weapon! Taking aim, he shot him in the ankle. The bullet immediately hit the bone, and its pieces flew onto the paving stones.

He grabbed his leg and fell straight to the ground, yelling:

- Bitch@! AAAAA!

- Well, I asked, - I went up and bent over him, looking at this ridicule. - No escape.

I saw darkness and madness trying to take over his mind. He immediately lunged forward at me, planning to grab...