Vermouth Thunder. One Killer Story - стр. 4

In 3 minutes the peasant covered the distance between the tables, and, finding himself near the Thunder table, stood close to it, pouring over it with a caustic vapor of fumes.

– And you … – barely connecting the words, he said – You …! Why are you sitting here, watching everyone …? I saw you yesterday at the Heavenly Gates, you are secretive mmm … -tttype. Freak … – said the stranger to Thunder and hiccupped.

Thunder looked at him. “You apparently don't know who you are dealing with, you asshole,” he thought, starting to breathe loudly because his anger was choking him. For once, he decided to drink beer in peace!

He had already put his hand on the handle of the pistol and was thinking that he might have to make a little noise, when suddenly the standing one swayed and fell on those sitting behind him. "Heck!" – I heard from those sitting at the next table. "Damn drunk!" – a couple were indignant – a man and a woman, who were just sitting there. They began to clear the fallen man from the table, a fuss arose. Waiters arrived and the drunkard, who was running into a fight, was carried out into the street. Thunder has already stopped drinking beer, and, apparently, would have left if SHE had not entered the bar.

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I honestly didn't know he was here. But as soon as I opened the door, my sixth sense told me that I would see him again. This face – since I saw it up close for the first time, a couple of hours ago, it has not left my head. There were practically no facial features behind the scars, but I thought it was beautiful.

Mala caught Thunder's gaze on her and smiled timidly at him.

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"Heck! Who is it? I have never seen anyone who is even close to her! Besides, her appearance … I foresaw it .... She has supernatural powers – I know that one hundred percent! "

The stalker responded to the girl's smile. He didn't know what to do now – what would be the right thing – to walk up to her and speak, or just keep sitting like an idol while she was drinking with her boyfriend.

Mala finally averted her eyes and began to look for her companion. "Or a companion?" Thunder thought. In the end, Mala waved to a girl and began to squeeze over to the bar at which she was sitting.

"She's just beautiful." Thunder felt a stab in the heart, and at the same time thousands of injections all over the body. But, at the same time, I felt how the tendons were flexing. He was always nervous when it came to girls, and besides – on Earth they were all exactly the same and primitive. Girls on Earth were only interested in jewelry, expensive cars and money. The narrow-mindedness of earthly women caused even more contempt by Thunder than the human need to consume meat for food.