Book: The girl who played with fire

...The need to go without any inches, if the situation does not spiral out of control. It was a basic rule of survival: "not lift a Finger for a lost cause."

I never felt sympathy for people for whom the law does not apply. But, on the other hand, never met a man who'd been so many serious reasons to take their destinies into their own hands.

- It is likely to remain crippled for life. The bullet went through the heel.
- Well, not through the head.

Gangster, not able to answer for the consequences of an Amateur.

Dag Svensson was so merciless in exposing people who use the services of prostitutes, and so convincingly expounded material that doubts does not remain: in a society that is not so.

Like any enterprise, you will naturally want to profit, make money is a pre - requisite activities.

He was not in love with her - she and he were so different, what only can be two people, but treated her with sincere sympathy and missed this one hell of a tough girl. He thought that their friendship is mutual. In short, he was stupid.

He never gets anything. She would never admit that he awakened in her a feeling, never give him the satisfaction! She canceled the document and blankly stared at a blank screen. But he didn't deserve total silence on her part. He, like the steadfast tin soldier, faithfully remained in her corner of the ring. She created a new document and wrote just one line:
"Thank you for what you were my friend."

Casting a critical eye bare walls, she thought she had to buy posters or paintings or something like that. Normal people are supposed to hung on the walls such things. Would be nice and a pot of flowers.

He turned her into a little dot on the horizon, a little annoying detail of the surrounding world. In life there were other things that worried her far more. But she suddenly thought how nice it would be to approach him and speak. And maybe break his bones. What she wanted more, she didn't know.

... she mentally reminded herself that she decided never again to anyone too much not to get attached, otherwise for someone it might end a grudge.

- ... Forget the Armani suits and sports cars! The average gang is composed of two or three people, half of them Russian or Baltic States, half - Swedish. Portrait of a leader: he is forty years old, he sits in a t-shirt, drinks beer and picks his bellybutton. He received no education and in some respects can be considered a socially inferior person, all his life he had some problems.
- Very romantic!
For a woman it looks from the standpoint of the stone age. He often fights and gets drunk and give a face to those who say the word across it. Order in the gang rests on the fists, and subordinates are often afraid of him.

She kicked him out of their lives as effectively as if erased file from your computer, without going into any explanation.

Approaching the giant from behind, she kicked a foot up his groin. It was nothing like the exquisite Thai Boxing, but the shot produced the desired effect. ... Man can be as big as a house, as if carved from granite, but his testicles are still where they are supposed to be.