You are lying on the floor, an agonizing pain pulses in your abdomen. You feel overwhelmed, and you can't think clearly. Although your field of vision encompasses much more, you can only focus on one thing, Angel dust. He is kneeling next to you, crying and, with his four hands, trying to cover the wound left by Valentino's revolver

He have already called the hotel, Husk answered. Almost on the verge of collapse, he begged him to come with the rest as quickly as possible. They are already on their way