7

- Come on, John, wake up! Yes, wake up! - Steve was trying to bring his partner to his senses. - Your mother, Black! Yes, come to yourself! Come on, partner, come on.

John groaned slightly and opened his eyes.

"Steve," he said softly.

“Well, thank God, you woke up,” Cole breathed with relief, helping his partner to rise and seating him so that his back could lean against the wall.

What happened here, Black? Steve asked.

But instead of answering, John asked:

- Give me a cigarette.

His voice was hoarse and his breathing heavy.

But you don't smoke! - John's partner was surprised at such a request.

- And I don't get punched in the ribs every day. And even more so, I don’t remember that at least someone broke them for me.

"Yeah, that's true too," Cole replied, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket. - Hold on.

John tried to grab the pack to get a cigarette, but one wrong move and his side burned with pain.

"Steve, maybe..." He nodded at the pack.

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