- Come on, Kostya, - Mikhail dragged on his cigar, - I won't let you kill each other. Leave me this privilege. And with your health, you will pass a batch of goods through yourself and you won’t even cough, don’t be shy. Come on, you can leave your jacket here. No one here pokes change in their pockets, right, guys?

- Fite! - picked up one of those present, and under the chanting of voices, Konstantin hesitantly wandered to the ring, looking around in a hunted way. Lucas sat down next to me, put his hand on my thigh. I tried my best not to shiver.

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