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Two bodyguards turned to her at the same time.

— Grab this bitch! — shouted Henry. He himself jumped to Gambler took out a knife and pressed it to the boy’s throat.

— Is this another one of your friends? — he hissed. — Where do you get all these fans, lousy bastard?

Gambler did not answer. Yes, and talk when you have a knife near your neck, not too handy. He could only observe how Object dances about two men, striking them and not suffering at all.

— Idiots, they can not cope with a woman, — the man spat and pressed his knife to his throat more forcefully. — All right, Gambler, say bye-bye.

The young man closed his eyes. That’s all?

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— Only dare to touch Reth, — Gambler blurted out.

— Come on, — the man was genuinely surprised. — I’ve always doubted that you have a dick.

Gambler grinned.

— How often do you think about my dick, Henry? Fag!

The man swung, but did not have time to hit. Object flew into the room and screamed from the threshold:

— Hey, goats, I’m over your soul! In the queue, you, sons of bitches!

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— How much time do you need, Reth?

The Elf appreciated the old staircase leading to the upper level of the warehouse and confidently said:

— Three minutes.

She threw off her shoes and walked barefoot on the first rusty step.

Object watched in fascination for a couple of moments, as she silently climbs the rickety and dangerous ladder. Then she stretched out her fists and looked into the half-open gates of the warehouse.

— Three minutes, — she muttered. — There’s absolutely no time to have fun.

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— You’re right, — Henry rejoiced. — You do not have a future. You do not think I’m bringing you back to the boss? I can quite say that we have not found you, while you will be lying there dead. Or, I can sell you to a stash, such sweet boys as you, very fond of older men.

— Fagot,— said the young man. And again felt a blow to his face.

— You always had a filthy mouth, Gambler. I can not imagine how your witty passion tolerates you. As for her, — Henry began pacing before the young man, stroking his chin. — I liked it, I think I’ll take it back on the way back. In addition, the elf, an unexpected catch.

Gambler jerked and opened his eyes.

— You’re bluffing.

— Are you sure?

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— Fuck! — Gambler’s head jerked from a blow to the jaw and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was taken to an abandoned warehouse, tied to an old chair found in the same warehouse and tied his hands behind his back. He looked at Henry with hatred and tried to spit at him bloody saliva, but missed. And he got another slap in the face.

*Painfully. How it hurts me, damn it. They obviously brought me here not to have a picnic. I hardly survive at all. *

Gambler closed his eyes, wondering how he would be killed — a gun, a knife or just strangled? He did not want to die, but he understood that he would not leave alive from this warehouse.

— And you know, we found you by accident, if you did not see your skinny figure on the street, you would pass by calmly. Lesson for the future, Gambler — if there is a chance that they are looking for you, stay at home and do not stick out.

— Might think I have a future, — snapped the young man, not opening his eyes.

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