A cold smile left his lips. Vilant spread out the scroll, which, as it turned out, was a wanted notice. He saw the drawing in more detail by combing his beard. - "And what?" — the witcher looked up at the two male customers who looked ridiculous in his eyes.

"It's not a problem to kill, but is it worth it?" the witcher asked himself in a low, manly voice, puffing on his cigar. - "We'll see you again, migera." — whispered Vilant, burning a poster with a cigarette butt.