Pray, Old Man, - directed the machine gun, but removed his finger from the hook. "If I don't retaliate...

He interrupted his speech and pulled the trigger again. The old man ducked behind the counter, patiently waiting for the end of the shots. He got up and shook the pieces off his shoulder. The impeccable suit has become a garbage dump landmark. The old man grimaced, looking at the ubiquitous pogrom.

“Listen here, son,” he wiped the dirt from his sleeve. - One more shot and this machine gun I ...

- Your mother, Yura! What the hell is going on here?

A stocky man stood in the doorway, peering...