Chapter 3

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After a heavy evening, John went home by bus, suddenly he saw a car of the brand in it were slightly drunk guys about 20-30 years old and there were 5 of them, when John realized that they were Julian's peers, they suddenly drove into a pole, but got out of the car in one a whole, and the bus stopped to open the doors for them and take them

-Oh....fuck.... HERE SHE IS, THE FEEDER OF NAAASHA)

-HAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!) -this whole gang laughed, but inside me there was a voice in my head- God....open the doors for these snots -the doors suddenly opened and a gang of 5 slightly drunk people began to behave like beasts- hey) baby? Do you want to join us? - said these people, pestering the young girl, without thinking for a long time, I took the driver out of the bus to kick those people's asses - hahahahaha, okay guys, guys!

They paid attention to me

- Do you have any problems, old man?

-Fuck you bastards! -John said, pouring bullets ready to cope with them with his bare hands- HAHAHAHAHAHA) Wait! -John started hitting- AAAAA- John hit his forehead on the handrail, when suddenly John began to dodge spectacularly hitting the scum, from the bus you can hear the screams of scum that John effectively fights back, John was suddenly pushed away and he fell to the floor with the guys, John didn't notice how he was stabbed into his liver, pulling out a knife, John put on his watch like a castet, and they took the sharpened knives out of his pockets, but John began to effectively punish the offenders again! After that, he decided to break the wire and hang one of the scum, but he was thrown out by breaking the window - AAAAAAH!!! Pie shit!!

-What?

- broke the bitch's nose!

-And he knocked out my teeth! Look, what's there?

-Tin!

-Damn it!!

Taking a breath on the floor, John gets up and prepares for the final round

- Are you all right? Do you want to call an ambulance?

John comforted her, when he got on the bus, he let the poor girl out

-B-run!!

-Thank you!

John cut the rope, and they were already furious, and he began to finish hard and dodge, effectively striking with a knife, breaking the offenders' legs! After a while, John accidentally dropped the revolver, and while he hangs one type, he notices how the other quickly assembles the revolver, John let go of the guy, pulled out the handrail and used it as a bat, hitting his hands and knocked out the gun!

-BITCH!!!!!!!

John hit the kadyk, and that guy fell to the floor, and John cut his throat, that guy died without breathing for long

John got off the bus as the winner in this fight, and took the subway to his house, returning the phone to the bus driver!

-Sorry for the hard night!

Already at home, John began to bandage the wounds, then put the revolver in his safe, where there were large gold coins, 2 gold bars, a gold cross, and a photo of his wife, taking a picture from John's eyes, tears of sorrow poured

*At night*

Julian Kuznetsov, drifts in his expensive car with his guards, and came across his club from the founder's hotel network, who was John's best mentor, named Mr. Brown

-Where are you going? Iditan! Let's go to my club!

Coming out of the car in solid clothes, he began to go to his club and the song was playing there

Julian got on the stage and started singing along with everyone

-Accountant, my dear accountant, here he is, so, so simple!)

-Everyone started clapping- thank you, friends!)

Julian met with old friends of John's assistants, Mr. Thomas Brown, and Mr. Jackson Williams

-Hi, Thomas!) Hi, Jackson!)

-Hello Julian, it's our honor to see you again in America!

-Yes, I came here to visit you, and my friend haha) Oh, yes! And even if your name sounds to us, Russians in Russia like Zhenya, you will still remain my mentor - Thomas-Julian approached Julian! They're calling you there!

-Who?

-Your agent Zhenya!

-I'll be there soon!-Julian began to speak Russian-

-Привет Женя, чего хотел? (Hi Zhenya what do you want?)

- Юлиан! Я конечно всё понимаю, но....твои это пляски, как то не очень соответствует нашему народу!(Julian! Of course I understand everything, but... your dancing doesn't really correspond to our people!)

-ну и? Паша хоть и чернокожий, но он наш, русский! (And what? Pasha is black, but he is out, Russian!)

-3 года проработал в пехоте, а когда мне было 13 лет, в 80 мой папа кинул нас с мамой, сказал что крутитесь как хотите, а сам сьебался в Сомали! (3 years I worked in infantry, when I was 13, in 80th my father let me with my mom, he say, spin as you pleas, but myself he moved in Somalia)

-ну вот Паша и выкрутился! (And, Pasha is spine)

-ну всем всё равно не заходят твои пляски (but everything, didn't t like your dances)

Julian broke a glass of champagne, went to his guard, and cut his face to blood, everyone paid attention to him in shock, and he knocked his cut guard on the table, to which he died!

-а это впечатляет? Что там по общаку, какой процент безопасности? (And this is impressive? What about obshak? Which percent save?)

-85 процентов! (85 percents)

-ладно! 15 процентов, и эти проценты наши!!) (Alright! 15 percent, and this percents is our!!)

Julian raised a glass of champagne, and everyone else too, suddenly Julian got a call from the hospital and he spoke in English

-Yes?

After a phone conversation, he went there and saw his brother killed by John, and began to cry

-I'm...so sorry...brother!

Soon Julian and his partner Pasha went to the next room where his peers

-What the fuck was he doing on the bus?

-He probably crashed his car, I know that

-Maybe

Julian took a chair! And went into the ward to his peers