Brian Molko. (№ 112239)

One day I came to the bar in the powder form, and then very sorry about this, because sitting next to me at the counter, the man suddenly became me staring at her. After a while I felt his knee on something hard. And this "something" hard to move up on the thigh. In the end, I was just wondering hand it, or what, and I looked down. It was a gun.