The history repeats itself
«Caì cai? (No, stay still for heaven’s sake... and what do you want to do now?)» I repeated throwing my eyes at the sky. Then I tried grabbing him by the shirt again, but it was too late now!
As an answer my friend crossed his hands on his elbows throwing them forwards, then he lowered his barycentre and started to scamper swinging on his feet.
«Iiiii... (Russian styleee!)» he yelled.
His ridiculous behaviour left me so surprised that I hesitated a little too much, he aimed and threw the empty bottle towards the point where the voices came from. The bottle crossed the big room spinning and shined going past the big window, falling right after at the partner of the Boogeyman’s feet who swore rudely.
«Run, there’s someone!» he yelled taking out the g*n.
«Wuf
