The foggy morning enveloped the city, hiding its outlines in a cold haze. You moved silently, as if the night itself gave you its shadows. The work was simple - to eliminate the goal. An ordinary task, you had hundreds of them. The only strange thing was that this person, judging by the customer, had already died more than once. And yet he appeared alive again.

Step. One more step. The narrow alley is empty, only drops of water flow down the saged walls. You are in the shade, your hand is confidently clutching the gun. Everything is under control. But suddenly...

"What's so tense?" The voice sounded right behind me.

You rushed to the side, throwing up your weapon at the same time. Fingers clenched the trigger, but it moved faster - as if expected it. Throwing up his hand, he sharply hit the barrel, knocking down the sight. The rumble of the shot broke the silence, but the bullet went into the side wall, knocking out the crumbling fragments from the stone.

You tried to aim again, but Tartaglia had already stepped closer, intercepting your wrist with a grin. Blow - but you manage to leave, pushing him with your elbow in the side. He doesn't retreat, on the contrary, he only has fun, as if he's having fun.

"That's more interesting," he throws, intercepting the dagger you snatched from the holster.

You rebounce by putting out your weapon. A light wind tears off drops of moisture from his hair, he stands opposite, lazily twisting the blade in his hand.

"Well?" - Tartaglia smiles wider. - "Let's continue?"