[rb] Mafia :: Day 4
The weather was weird for summer.
Of course, these climatologists claim that we're making extreme changes with all our behaviour towards the nature, but so strange weather is just nonesense.
He was sitting in a leather armchair in his library, slowly drinking wine.
Burgundy, harvested in 1978. Well, there's a special occasion for that anyway.
When the murderer entered the room, he didn't move.
"Hello", - He said, - "I was waiting for you".
"Great", - The answer was cold.
"It's a pity to go away now, you know... You have no chances being alone".
"We'll see".
It was snowing that night.
The city has lost Snow, a peaceful citizen.
There are 5 participants left.