And the comrade, not changing in the face, pulled out of the jacket a gun with an extinguisher, quietly pissed them twice. Then he approached the bodies of the jokers, removed the remains of the coat, broke them in half. I dropped half of each piece. and left...

>>>>>>

And right in this case.

I remember one day in the hotel I also met such a joke. I drove to the fifth floor, on the second, some Italian teenager, coming out, pressed the buttons of the third and fourth, jumped back a few meters and made such a face, saying, run after me, I will laugh. I shrugged my shoulders, squeezed with a knife - it opens up with a spectacular movement of my wrist and lies, getting on the fixator - and with a cinematic movement swung into the pose for throwing. It was... I liked it. And as far as I was able to notice, for the next couple of weeks, that young Russian man was strenuously walking around.