Below is my next mini-story. It doesn’t apply to games or real life. He wrote in a gloomy style about cruel. In general, the story is similar to previous projects. I hope there are people who like it). Maybe I’ll take up writing again.
ATTENTION: didn’t look for morality, didn’t look for teaching, didn’t look for inspiration, just wrote.
P.S I won’t post any more game walkthroughs here.
Night. We can start. The city https://siam66casino.co.uk/ is asleep, only my girls are on the streets. Fine.
What was the name of the first one? Don’t know. No, I don’t remember. It was scary, I forgot almost everything.
I look good, I think I won’t scare her today. I wonder who she is? Student? Or a teacher? Or the seller? Or doctor? Stop guessing! I’ll find it and see for myself.
The light bulb in the entrance was unscrewed again! Goats! I’d like to rip their hands off!
– Marya Ivanovna, the light bulb was unscrewed again!
It’s like I’m talking to the wall. Moos, again, again. Maybe he’ll stop drinking and start working? Damn the concierge.
Maybe she..? No. Were full this year. Need to replenish the collection and not take work home. I’ll go to the center and work at point “A”. Point “A” sounds mysterious – it makes me happy. I can’t help but rejoice – I love riddles.
It’s cold outside today. Looks like point "A" is cancelled. Yes. I’ll go to “B” – no less mysterious. And it’s warmer there. Yes, it looks like the heating is on there. Definitely “B”.
Here’s the car. Jeep, high seating – it will go everywhere, which means it’s a good tool. I’m happy with her – she often helps me out. Something is knocking under the hood. Strange sound. Never knew much about engines. To hell with her. Started up.
And so – the center. Lucky, I got there without any problems. A good sign – there are few people on the streets. Damn, it’s still raining. It’s good that I chose "B". And it’s not far to go, which means there’ll be plenty of time.
Oh who’s out. From the club, alone and staggering. No not alone. Girlfriend behind her. Also a friend. Not my girl.
I took the gloves? I’m distracted today – bad. Maybe home? Maybe there will be a mistake? No. There is a script. Everything will be as it should be. What if I’m wrong?? Then it’s all in vain? I repeated everything many times. There can be no mistake. But the fact is I’m afraid of mistakes. Why? I took some food? And have a drink? Took it. A couple of sandwiches. Maybe it won’t be enough?
So far only one has approached and she turned out to be not alone.
With sausage or cheese. I couldn’t forget that either. Opened. With sausage and cheese. Definitely home!
I need to understand what’s wrong with me. I’m losing my memory? Badly. I can’t close the collection. Little things irritate.
Started the car. Turned off the car.
Here she is! One. Drunk, or drunk, but walks crookedly. In tears. It will be easy. Wait.
I decided that I’m going home today. What if I really lose my memory?? Maybe I forgot something else? Excluded – checked everything. Or didn’t check? Crap! Little things irritate! I’ll check again.
I can’t keep up with her! Everything’s going to hell. We need to calm down.
Checked. Everything is in place. She didn’t go far. I can see her from here. We need to start. There’s no one around. No one will see. Everything according to the script.
I was confused that day. Those days were empty. A slight trembling settled in my hands. I was obliged to return home, but excitement and animal desire, for some reason, came first in priority. More excitement… Today I don’t know whether to be happy or sad. I met her and that’s the main thing for me now. She doesn’t know who I was today either. I pray to God that I don’t find out.What upsets me the most? The fact that we met her twice. Love must be met once. Look into the eyes and burn fieryly, and at the same time be peacefully touched. When you love, you burn, but you will feel pain when you offend your loved one. The grate of the boiler room that warmed you earlier will open, and you will begin to receive furious blows of flame, burning to the soul.It is by this sign that one can recognize true love, no matter how paradoxical it may sound. Having offended someone you don’t love, the bars will remain closed. I “processed it”… The car stalled, something broke. She passed out. I looked, it began to cut into my memory. An outline appeared… She was drunk, her tights were torn, her dress was dirty, she hadn’t washed her hair for a long time… She rolled down, but then. When she woke up, she didn’t recognize me, but she ran away… And I stayed in the car. In love… To death… Waiting for the police… Waiting for her punishment… She was No. 1… She will always be No. 1… I will come for her again.
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