Protected by the Devil
His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”
The man stopped playing, and he opened a sad smile when he saw that only Vraxlon and I watched his show until the end. And that, unlike all the people who passed by him, we didn't offer any free swearing. On the contrary, Vraxlon looked in the pockets of his backpack and filled the man's hat with money. I hoped that the man's smile would widen, that his eyes would be filled with gratitude "and not that his face would turn pale and his eyes would widen.
However, even if the exacerbated amount of money in his hat could br
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