4 (french) Werber, Bernard

dirty fingernails. It fell to the ground. The others were about
to have the upper hand when suddenly a voice is heard.
- I’m here guys! Maxime Villain rushed to the rescue, armed
with a nunchaku. With this weapon East it was pretty
laughable, but the reinforcement was very much
appreciated. It’s still useful to have friends.
- You have to call the police! bawling myself. - It will not help,
said Villain. They dare never fight, even the cops are afraid
of damaging their karma!
It was the general hubbub. The objects were flying, to the
faces, hitting bat baseball whipped the air, interspersed
with the dull thud of fists against flesh. We were all so busy
we tap it and we strangle that we prêtâmes not pay
attention to a roar Motorcycle followed not dry up the stairs.
A figure appeared in the doorway.
Stefania.
Enough! intima does. She pointed a large revolver caliber
automatic 9 mm. We raised our hands. The round Italian
was much thinner in its forests. Chestnuts and squirrels, it
does not feed. She was beautiful, with a large black cape
with red facings. Thus, She looked a bit like my fantasy of
the third country. She gazed with delight.
- A long time ago that I wanted this interview, she says. - It