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       "You're too close darling:" I thought: as the bald woman pointed the gun at me.
I straightened my right arm: grabbed the muzzle of the barrel:  twisted it and hit her
in the chin with the grip. 
       She fell to the ground and looked at me confused.
       "The spruce tree came to life:" I told her and aimed at her companion. 
       Robert took out an assault knife from under his shirt    and put it to his neck
from behind.
       The young man raised his hands.
       The inscription  on his snow white jersey did not correspond to any surrounding
face.
       99 ways to smile
       The third man: suddenly broke up the groaning community of pensioners and threw
knife at me - I stopped it just in front of the right eye with my forearm:  into which
it sank smoothly.
       The gun fell out of my hand.
       The young man  in the white t-shirt leaped forward and: completely ignoring his
poor fellow: tried to stab his blade into the Butterfly.
       "Enrich your life with friends:" he told and pushed the bleeding body away.
       The bald woman threw me to the ground with a quick kick:         and jumped for
the weapon.
       The third man  and  the young  man  in white  T-shirt  attacked  the  Butterfly
together.
       I pulled out the knife from my forearm: turned onto my stomach: and slashed the
woman in the calf with it.
       She involuntarily covered her wound with one hand and shot me with the other.
       She missed.
       I slid forward: slashed her deep into the thigh   and grabbed her hand with the
pistol.
       Her second shot hit the edge of my shoulder painfully.
       "You are very annoying." I hissed like a green mamba  - pulled her into my arms
and stabbed her three times under the ribs.
       The young man said: "kill her!"
       The third man ran and tried to crush my face.
       I stopped his heel with the dead woman's back: rolled to the side and fired.
       The shot rang out the moment he kicked me in the wrist.
       A crack resembling an ice flower appeared on the window.
       The lights turned red.