Book: Payroll. The region of cold winds

Oh, come on, what you from it boy of the bells of the city Ding-Ding do...

Then Vic did everything he was supposed to do a young woman going to work was painted, filmed and put on different things, said, "Now-now" - was looking for something in the bag and took out of it, go after something laid, slapping herself on the forehead: "Ah. Here's another!" and tried to do everything at once, including a victory in the fight for peace.
I did what it should do to the man traveling with his half at the same time, and thus signatories of the agreement about patience and the appropriate silence, beholding these things Brownian motion and waited.

... the place of women is, perhaps, the only thing that scares me in life.

Elina looked around, assessed the trampled sand, discarded weapons, broken branches and Torches with three swords at his throat.
- What you got was that?
- Nothing, - I shrugged and nodded in the direction Torches: - Just came out, we played a little bit.

Sleeping with the young, be prepared for cockroaches in her head, and when the light does not scatter.

Elina gurgled like a crabby patient with graves ' disease. She is pale, eyes bulging, and like even and not breathing.

Misunderstanding, - I smiled. - Drinker, with an exotic profession that it take.

Yes listen pay attention. No moustache? Then put that in your ears to grow a mustache - let.

Employment men one woman always determined solely by the perseverance and ingenuity of another woman.

- Still as cranky people complained about Kenig. - You got a couple of executions to conduct, and the first disobedience, then freedom of speech, and then what?
Democracy, perestroika and glasnost - grimly predicted I.

- Have a Papa too, all the time, the jesters were. Remember that time in the castle of his friends arrived, they, like, first, drank, ate, sang songs, and then sad. And the silence so to the Mead hall has come, everyone is silent, looking at each other. And then the clown took about a king must be joking!
- And what? - concerned asked Koenig.
- Nothing, - once again put his head in his hands Gunther. All laughed, and the corpse of the jester buried in the moat, behind the castle.

Time to retreat - it does not mean to show cowardice, - I said. - To fight and die may almost any. To take the fight, having chosen a place for battle and death, can bold. Prudent to retreat, then to fight and to survive - just smart.

All as always. It is impossible from the letters "o", "p", "f" and "a" to add the word "victory".

I'm a man neutrosophy, even brave. And so I boldly and bravely sprinted from these places with such speed that surprised myself. I stopped, ran from the mounds of two kilometers, and only then turned around.