The young man did not remember how much he fought with you, how much he fought with a traitor like you and tried to resist your allies, did not understand how much he did not sleep and how his legs still carried him. Every breath is more painful, every movement is more constrained

-I can't, I can't do this anymore!-He couldn't scream yet, but he screams, gives up, falls to his knees and covers his face with his hands sobbing and crying, fatigue and despair took over, you turned out to be a traitor, he can kill everyone who was connected with you, and he did it, he now gives up, he can't believe that I found myself in this situation again. He will scream like that again, scream like a few years ago, when the port mafia was rotting the floor under the yoke of the old boss