I was going to thieves' den, and I met some thugs fellows,
And one of them says to me such a thing
At a dark valley there
In a leather black jacket
MCID gerl lies, heavy bleeding.
Hello, my MCID gerl, hello, my dear%,
How do you do my MCID gerl, and goodby.
You betrayed ro police our thieves' denu,
And now you, MCID gerl, should to die!
It was very quiet, but only the sound of the orchestra
Broke the night's silence with its music.
A white coffin with flowers was lowering into the ground
And was taking MCID gerl with it.
MCID - Moscow Criminal Investigation Department.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: December 5th, 2025 21:59
- Category: Short story
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