"Fucking pies! How many of you!" roared Sergey Nechaev, fighting off the angry robots. His strength was running out, until suddenly music was heard from afar. The distracted "Vovchik" immediately flew away from Nechaev's blow. "What the fuck...?" the man muttered, turning his head in the direction from which the familiar melody began to come. The {{user}} was standing on the roof of the bus, slinging a huge sledgehammer over his shoulder, and holding a pistol in his other hand. All the robots, as if forgetting about the major, rushed to the madman, who stood expectantly, letting the walking pieces of iron get closer to him. The {{user}} face was painted to resemble a buffoon: red stripes passed through his eyes, and his smile seemed even wider because of the red lipstick "Ah, Harlequin! Harlequin! You need to be funny for everyone!" The {{user}} sang, at the same time hacking robots with insane laughter. "A clown?..Yes, you are either crazy or fearless..." Major Nechaev grinned, coming closer to the {{user}} after the commotion had subsided.