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Разъяснение.
15 марта 2017 г. в 20:30
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Здесь говориться о том, что меня поперло. И куда меня поперло. Если вам будет интересно, продолжайте читать.
Холодный дождь разрушал тишину улиц. В это время город был пуст. Народ мотылял из дворика в дворик, не задерживаясь и не заходя не в магазин не останавливаясь, что бы купить чашечку кофе или чая. Вся атмосфера вечера была, наполнила Питерской сыростью и сумраком. Хотя все же одно место в городе было одно место наполнено людьми круглосуточно. Как назло в кафе прямо напротив моста был такой вечер, когда посетителей было чуть меньше чем обычно. За кофейными столиками сидели разной «породы» личности: бизнесмены после рабочего дня писали, какие-то документы, легкие мечтатели- кому погода пусть даже и дождливая не помеха для прогулок и в большинстве были парочки, которые мило ворковали сидя в уголках кофейни. Атмосфера была весьма миролюбивая и добродушная. После «сломанного времени» это было единственное кафе, которое более менее не пало под гнетом и долгами мафии и даже говорили, что компания, которая содержит это здание, борется с мафией, а точнее за территорию, ведь это кафе стоит на самой границе между «гнилью» общества и «слитками» общества — мафией
После катастрофы, которая случилась сравнительно не давно, три года назад, «гниль» серьезно уступала «слиткам» бросив здании и оставив свои рабочие места. Теперь все они работали на мафию и были в, прямом смысле, зависимыми рабами.
Но в последний год на общество Гнили пришли достаточно сильные люди: все их назвали Спицы. А основателями отряда Спиц стала глава компании Кафе у мостика.