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His appearance is the last thing many people will see before they die…

The dark figure reached the middle of the room and turned toward the bed, where a man in his thirties and a pretty girl dwelt in deep sleep.

The unknown man pointed a gun in their direction. He didn’t want to take the girl away at all, and he shouldn’t have: according to the latest data, the object was alone in the apartment.

But in fact, there was a stranger in the room. A stranger who could easily be a witness. The old thought of success stabbed into my head like an arrow, «No witnesses.»

His finger pulled the trigger six times, and there was one less living thing in this world.

With a shriek, the girl instantly woke up, «Don’t kill me, please. Don’t kill me, I beg you… I want to live…»

She’s so young and beautiful, she’s got her whole life ahead of her. Why kill her?

She’s not gonna tell us anything anyway.

«No witnesses!!!» – rumbled a terrible thunder in the killer’s head.

«Noooooo!» – wailed the victim, noticing the bottomless abyss in the shooter’s eyes.

The bullet flew into the forehead, tumbled in it for a couple of moments and, flying out of the back of the head, crashed into the wall along with pieces of skull and drops of blood…

Change of plans