Make livingThe moment when Mary came to the stage was always great. She seemed to shine on that little dirty bar with all her beauty and grace, like a diamond among ashes. She was really wonderful. Sometimes, he thought that Mary was the only worth thing in his life. It was strange, but he loved her. And love is always strange.
But he wouldn’t see her singing tonight.
-Shaman - a male voice sounded beside him, tooking him away from his toughts. - I need your services.
He looked to the man who was speaking and saw an old fat rat. The guy was wearing stunning clothes; for sure he was rich and he wasn’t afraid of showing that.
-I need you to kill someone. - he said, in a murmur. - A girl. Actually, she’s a whore.
-Your mistress, you mean. - he said. Once again the same tale.
-Yeah! She wants me to marry her! She said she’s going to make a scandal.
-What can I do if you can’t hold up your women? Deal with your own problems.
-Oh, but, I can close this bar and then your Mary will be without a job. I can also make sure she’ll never sing again on any other place on this country.
-I’m sure we can travel around the world.
-If you don’t do that for me, then the corpse will be Mary’s. Yours Mary.
He was serious, Shaman knew that.
-Okay, tell me who is this girl. - the killer knew this kind of guy; old, good life, great family, then they had… These dirty pleasures. And then they wanted this pleasure to fade away suddenly. And then, they came.
He told him. There was a good reward.
Shaman took the gun and went into the night.
