—Such a sheep, still running after you! - he barked and, straightening up, kicked someone at his feet. A girl. Wet through, spread out helplessly on the ground. She screamed very weakly from the blow, as if she was already barely alive. “Please...” she croaked. “No need... They’ll pay you...” “They’ll pay, where will they go,” the bastard snorted cynically. I was almost about to straighten out this bastard’s brain when I heard the sound of rustling on stone to the right and above. Another big man with a sawn-off shotgun on his shoulder appeared on top of the nearest boulder. “Found it?” — he asked the first. “Yeah,” and kicked the poor guy again. I already gritted my teeth. Bitch, I should yank your legs out for something like that and shove it up your ass. — Why, drag her back, Tolyan? — No, they don’t need her anymore, they shot the video. Finish it, Vasyan. - What about me? Shoot just once, that’s all. — Why bother with it, waste cartridges. A stone to the head and into the river. — It’s impossible... they said, no traces.

Contains obscene language.