Today I was instructed to disassemble the warehouse entirely, that is, to remove all the shelves and throw them out.
We’re going to get our electric shield out there.
Well, I am standing in front of the warehouse, it is at a height of three meters (from the floor to the ceiling), I take a tail and start to cut the shelves from the whole roof, rubles, flies fly, fun).
I haven’t destroyed so long ago.
I cut the music louder and louder) like here...a grenade falls under my feet...I can’t even describe what I thought in that second...
Luckily there was no fire.
Z is. The Military Pope