Ryazantsev shifted the gun from the holster in his pocket. Eve took from the trunk of the machine and two grenades. Xenia smiled. Marx's death would have been it not only enjoyable, but also extremely beneficial - she knew where he keeps his money and securities. Moreover, Volodya was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, and its real estate and cars claim was absolutely no one. Except, of course, the most Xenia.
The car was warm, cozy and safe, as in the tank. Alina pursed her feet and began to look forward to the swamp. For Marx it look embarrassed - you never know how it interprets its opinion? Right before my eyes lay Puzko lace gloves, left, appear blonde.
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