Рысь Ллиотар
Остапа несло. Впереди были водопады Рэроса.
Seems I'm a shitty friend, after all, and can not at all be trusted, and should stitch up my mouth, and sprinkle ashes upon my head, and yet die, and so on and so forth... But like hell I'll let it haunt me for another five years, 'cause I no more have five years for mourning my bad luck and hitting the ceiling. Let it be another test of friendship, which may result in cutting another lizard's tail. I will no more let anybody get rid of me, like I'm a stinky floorcloth.
Go to hell, all of this, I'm really sick of it. Two times is MUCH MORE than enough.