He looked intently but aimlessly at an uncle with flawed gait that seemed tangent to his door. The man was wearing a dark green overcoat, his shoes as if they were orthopedic and brand new. He was walking fast or almost had to stop to look left and right. He sighed, "The muscular strength of the elderly is not understood while walking, it is necessary to observe strength while they are standing." Then his eyes moved to the historic official building. It was not more polluted than all provincial buildings because it was uniformly contaminated, light brown window sills, dark tobacco wings of the main door ...Originally Posted by mesolzhenitsy
Suddenly he turned to the uncanny lady who owned the establishment and asked in no way the wattage of the electrical device. The woman turned out to be ready for a conversation under such a topic, and answered in detail:
- "This is not as much a rose as you might think; it takes a size older to do a good job."
- "How so? What kind of job?"
- "For example, to eliminate someone you don't like ...
In the meantime, the female light porn exploded into a laugh; The esteemed official detective, on the other hand, lost control of his profession to an unexpected extent, which was not unfair in his display of inability. Because the only thing that could make a detective successful was the denial of the criminal, if it was the only professional disaster, the spontaneous mocking, even laughing confession of course!
(To be continued...)
