There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there’s a lot of ’em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing but more blood. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. I should never be free of it. I’ve earned it. I’ve deserved it. I’ve sought it out. Such is my punishment.
плазма kakoi plazma ? smatri kakoi zdarovi dula
2. провинился - вот и убивает
eta bila sarkazm .mojna i eretikov ubivar no dlia fotosesii nada ubit svoix shtob chujie baialis da? :D
1. translit ne nuzjen
uraaaaaa :*
2. провинился - вот и убивает
eta bila sarkazm .mojna i eretikov ubivar no dlia fotosesii nada ubit svoix shtob chujie baialis da? :D
1. translit ne nuzjen
uraaaaaa :*