Character: Max Payne

NS.? Lousy Traitor?

My Beretta stirred nervously under my jacket. But the doors of the carriage had already slammed shut behind me, and the train started. Next stop is Roscoe Street Station ... and Alex.

There was no minotaur hiding in this labyrinth, but somewhere on the rattling deck of an old truck, Charon's skipper was waiting for me, as implacable as an old ferryman off the coast of Styx.

For three years I dreamed of revenge. Three years of nightmares, where I get close to them, and then everything collapses. Now I came close and in reality. I knew the name of my enemy - Nicole Horn. I had nothing to lose.

In the darkness, New York changed beyond recognition, and Sinatra's songs began to sound out of tune. And on the streets of this city, night New York, dark deeds are done.

I felt like a cool movie detective - Sherlock Holmes, following the trail of Moriarty, seeking to solve all the mysteries. I went from solution to solution to the end, whatever it may be.

- And it depends who asks: a friend or a bloodhound from the drug department? Don't answer, it's this ... what you called it ... rhetorical question!

I didn't like this performance right away. True, the best place was allocated for me - in the middle of the first row of the stalls.

What are we playing? The robber Cossacks? If you need something from me, speak directly!

You collect a mosaic, and having laid the last piece of cardboard, you recognize yourself in the picture, collecting the same mosaic. An urban legend that has become a reality.

If pressure on a person, he will depart to a certain point, and then begin to pressure you.

There is nothing that says about us and our character, as the mistakes that we sometimes make.

As always, the dead man knew the answers to all the questions.

When you Wake up, the world is in a fog. In my dream it was clear, is nonsense. No miracles, no magical rescue. But at least you're not sleeping.