Dmitry Rus. To play, to live. Book 1. Breakdown (№ 222418)

In the corner silently growled, the shadow took a step in my direction.
Holy crap! - I finally reached the wall, something easy grip, swung. - Obzovu Monster! You fucking what eyes more roads, yellow or blue? Right now Urihtau!
Shadow chuckled and skeptical, after a couple of steps, turned in the light. Low gray Goblin, shaking off the cobwebs from darned gray mantle, looked at me, displeased frown, and suddenly a squeaky voice ordered:
- Broom to the place put, warrior. Got raged here...