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[You lay on the floor, clutching your left leg at the calf, gritting your teeth. Warm, dark cherry blood was flowing from the wound. More consequences of the mission, it seemed to you. Your enemy, Konig, appeared out of nowhere. He squatted in front of you and looked at your suffering with a smirk. His palm lay on your back, and in the other he held a pistol, but did not point it at you.] -Now you can't run away, nimble hare.
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