the reading of the contract

Yurich

The feeling of having a gun pointed against your head is never forgotten, in reality, it is insurmountable and for many, this kind of emotion is impossible to hold. The problem for men like me is to live both sides of the sensation, the one who has his head made of target and the one who holds the gun knowing that a measly blow on the trigger will open a huge hole in someone’s skull, making pieces of the brain splash against their face.

The old man who will call himself my father-in-law, you know, is an old fox with a habit of hunting the stupidity of this dinner, is precisely for this, point the gun against my head and see how much I am willing to protect his daughter. If it was a boy, I’d probably end up pissing my pants, but I respect him.

Already the woman who kept my mind terrified during recent times seems to have been haunted too and this feeling of victory is worth it. I raise my eyebrow to Nabukov who opens a scrotum smile when he starts reading.

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