Poseidon Saint looked at Paul with a smile and said, "These guys should be your old friends. Don't you need to talk about the past when you meet them?"

Paul looked coldly at the blondes in front of him and snorted, "Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the breath of the dead climbing out of the heap of dead people! It's God's fault that these guys who should go to hell are still living in this world!"

"Each other, each other, you fucking Soviets are just as full of rotten smells of the dead. I thought you were all dead, but I didn't expect you to survive in...