Tempting Moonlight

By Norbert Tasev

Tamara Brendik is not a typical lady. He works as a successful fashion photographer for the day, but when he gets down the night, he will be a worthy companion of a professional assassin who moves with loud cat care and wears a mysterious catana sword with a few twist stars. His foster parent and confidant was a former exaggerated, mysterious man who raised him. It is a two-lifestyle way of life; he wants to believe in people, but he works hard against criminals! You think your excommunicating nurses have prepared for everything, there is no unexpected surprise, and when it comes to getting a little girl to see how much a person can stay, how vulnerable ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Norbert Tasev
• Release date: Dec 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463651568

Norbert Tasev

Hi Everyone! I'm a History teacher, and I love literature, poems, and novels! I write many literature books, but I can't sell the big Hungarian's Book Companys! I think the most important thing is is read, because the culture and the world discovered by the books! I hope everyone how's love books interesting to my new books! Have a nice day for everyone!

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Table of contents

First

Second

Third

Fourth

Fiveth

Sixth

Seventh

Eighth

Nineth

Tenth

Eleventh

Twelveth

Thirteenth

Fourteenth

Fifteenth

Sixteenth

PART TWO

First

Second

Third

Fourth

Fiveth

Sixth

Seventh

Eighth

Nineth

Tenth

Eleventh

Tweelfth

About the Author

Landmarks

Cover

First

How many times did Tamara tell you you can't eat more sweets ?! Look at yourself! You're an obese, fat, fat little girl! Finish it right away! We got on that fucking balance, didn't we ?! And how much did he show ???

The girl is barely seven years old; wearing half-glued glasses as if he was injured or should intentionally exercise one of his eyes. An all-beauty and fashion-conscious mother, she purposely bought larger, larger-sized, mostly floral-patterned clothes for her to conceal her cakes-like floaters. On her straight-haired, almost-completely-dark-haired hair, she tied a disgusting squeaky colored braid as if to throw off the pathetic effect anyway.

The girl stands hesitantly in front of a birthday cake, and apparently does not dare to truly and completely rejoice at the moment that the birthday celebration represents.

Next to him is a teddy bear, plus size daddy's misfortune with the digital camera to find the best setting he wants, while on the other side he's clearly stingy and a calculating mother who, with a watchful snake, would be most immediately absorbed in this great event!⏎ - Blow away my bug! dear dear eyes! His dad encourages the timid little girl, who also holds a frightened little teddy bear in one hand, as if she were only trusting her or trying to hold onto her.

- Feri, what the hell do you have to do with your girl all the time ?! The hostile, always-wanting mother from the background snarled inconsistently. 

- Then blow those shit candles out if you feel like it! Instead, take the trash to the trash! - gives strict instructions to the girl.

- Well, honey! How can you be like that? The birthday girl should not work today! After all, it's his big day! Right, honey? His father looks kindly at the little girl and kisses his two chubby hamster-like cheeks.⏎ 

When Tamara was seven years old - especially her mother - she was working hard to make a model child, and if she needed to get rid of her disgusting plus kilos, she put in all the slimming and throwing tools she needed to achieve her goal. ! He always put as much food on his little girl's plate as was strictly necessary in a still-developing youthful body, and with the ever-vigilantly hostile, regular whirling of her mouth, if only she took that mouthful of her mouth, how do you chew food and what your reactions are?⏎ - Feri! How much do you eat again? This is unacceptable! - he was indignant. Her husband could not apologize and, like her good slippers, constantly apologize to the lady of the house:

- My heart! Forgive me, but I like to eat good! There was an answer to almost every evildoer's speech.

- Then move home to your mother! There you can gobble up as much as you want! He continued, more and more vehemently. - Indeed! You know what? - turned to them 

- You can grab hold of each other's hands and move even and smoothly to the Planet of the Apes! And all other conversations were finished that day.⏎ 

Ferenc Brendik was thirty-four years old, full-bodied, teddy-bear-shaped, one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, his hair and eyes brownish, his jaws cartoon-like and uniquely masculine.

If he hadn't known it, he would have known that he had met a Neanderthal caveman who was so hairy; especially on the chest and on the back that he did not conquer - except during the flabby, tropical heaving air, he shaves his back abundantly several times a week, and when he came out of the bathroom after such a delicate hair removal procedure, he was almost refreshed and refreshed. , left a sea of hairless hair, which his wife hated all the more.

Its appearance made it more like a massive workman or bricklayer than a sports columnist.

On the other hand, his wife, Edina, was two heads taller, slimmer, and feminine, and four years younger. He had a calculating green eye, as if he were always envious or jealous of someone, and his radiant femininity was always he liked to give it a lot more prominence than if it were the most important activity for him alone!⏎ 

A model or a mannequin could easily have gone, since she was an ideal, perfect figure. It is no coincidence that, as a beginner, they have been keenly sent to various more famous exhibitions than art-smiling hostess-ladies, because most investors thought that a single charming smile would be enough to win negotiating partners in the hope of a better business!⏎ 

Tamara was a retarded, receding girl; she was constantly plagued by complexes that her mother used to love.⏎ 

Still, his deep, plum-shaped, deep dark eyes showed compassion and care. Finally, a noble unique trait he could inherit from his jealous father.⏎ 

It was so unpopular in the very first grade of the class that most of the slightly nicer girls almost immediately kicked it out of their own little clique, so Tamara used most of her ten-minute breaks to let the teacher slam the door of the classroom. he escaped into his thoughts and creative imagination and later drew; he might have been happiest if his other classmates hadn't started mocking me!⏎ 

- Look how big Tami's bag is! Here comes the poppy-eyed Miss Rufi!⏎ 

They mocked. Yet he felt the kind of oppressive drool that perhaps only people who were blessed with exceptionally hypersensitivity could feel, through some kind of hidden or secret telepathy, that they could absorb emotions that other people could not understand! Many times, an that the rest of the nicer little girls take revenge just to be right on their own; they tore their sharpened colored pencils before drawing lessons, or if that hadn't worked (since Tamara had a crayon too), the crayons were rolled out of the window into the center of a prickly rose bush, which could prick with its prickly branches, or injection!

And if Tamara wanted her teacher to appreciate her drawing, she had to crawl between her prickly bush with a chubby, dense body, so she could pick at least a few colors and not have her whole class work!⏎ 

- Look, kids. One of the Muggle puppies giggled. - The giant whale is back! Hahahaha! - the laughing and laughing laughter could no longer be stopped, even the devastating brush fire spread! She cried a lot! This whole day was practically the only activity from the deep, very worn out and consuming spiritual energies!Her classmates' parents were not at all sympathetic to her, as they hadn't invited her to any smaller birthday or name-day jury! And when, exceptionally, he was trying to invite his classmates to his own birthday party, there was not a single candidate who would be welcome and sincere! To keep worrying and to bare his father's heart, he immediately bought him the biggest Teddy teddy bear ever available in the game department, along with his favorite six-piece toss cake!

 - You see my dear treasure! We are having a birthday party together that you will never need and have fun as never before! - and as a good and sacrificial parent, he has done almost everything to prevent his daughter from feeling yourself as a little blemish, or insignificant to anyone!⏎ - Dad? He asked shyly, but almost his father's heart had broken, his mouth crouching in a very crying cry.⏎ 

- Honey, please? Ever have trouble ?!⏎ 

- Why can't you love me ?! - and he was already jumping. Daddy quickly put the cake in the dining room - where usual every ceremony was held; he knelt down and immediately embraced: - Honey! This is not true! You are the most adorable, most beautiful girl in the whole world! And you know why ?! She looked at her as the truth beads of judgment fluttered softly from her glittering button eyes.⏎ 

- Why? She curiously whispered.⏎ 

- … Because those who don't see how precious and noble your heart is are all stupid or blind! I see the essentials and I'm very proud to have such a fantastic daughter! He couldn't help caressing him and kissing his little head back and forth while his body still felt how shivering and chubby his little body was.

- Well, honey! Then it's your celebrated job to slice your cake! He handed the knife, of course, just because he knew it was sharp.⏎ 

- Daddy will be late Mom…? The child's voice betrayed hopeless uncertainty and truth, for he had always suspected that Mom was not particularly fond of parties, and that she had stayed in the office captive until late at night, instead of having to go home and take care of her own family!

- Oh my treasure! So how can you say that? Mom I'm sure that you really love and adore, but ... - faltered her voice is between her emotions - you know my heart ... mom doesn't like to show her emotions but she still loves you and me!

As if she hadn't intended to hear that last sentence, she was trying to make such a slice of her cake as accurate as possible, and with artistic meticulousness she could make it to the first run and her loving father was, indeed disguised,- that she was so old how skilful he is at his age, he can certainly be a great man! 

- Long live Tamara! God forbid, my dear little bug! I'm very proud of you! He tried to be as happy as he could, but his wife came home as a haunting terror, always making sure to smash and smash their instant cheer in a blink of an eye!

- It was such a beautiful cake! At last, at half-past eight in the evening, the caring father had nicely bedded him, reading an evening tale and kissing him goodnight. All these fatherly things were part of the more meaningful enjoyment of life. 

- Daddy!

- Here's my little star! Is that wrong ?! He turned back from the nursery door.

- Thank you for being with me today and for having a very nice cake!

- Hello baby! Any time! I was very pleased! The dad finally felt like a real dad to his little daughter. He did not notice that constantly nagging wife had just opened the front door, and a little cabbedly immediately questioned draws:⏎ - Why didn't you wait ?! He attacked him inconsistently.

- Forgive me, but I tried to make our little girl feel better by letting it go! - more of a reproach in his voice, because one should count on his parents at any time, not just when they are at hand!

- THE! Or so! I understand! So you're telling me here that I can do that too! - Preferably, he put his hand on his successful hips, and at that moment, he actually looked like a real fury!

- I didn't say that to my heart just… the baby was already very much under him and he wanted his dear mother to be here on his big day!

- … And now I get on with it, or what ?! He asked arrogantly and phlegmatically. He was humbled by every single word of his word, and the superior was aware that he alone was the only one to judge and do things!

- That was an under your belt, Edina! Her husband replied with great despair, but he dared not make his wife ready for the atomic bomb, who seemed to always have a bad day to be with his loving family! 

- Then I will undress and bathe now because I'm dead tired! If anyone would be looking for a message for everyone, I am temporarily unavailable! - he took it as if he had no other activity or human problem to automatically reckon with. He stormed into the bathroom and started showering at ten o'clock at night!

Ferenc Brendik may have been accustomed to this for a long time; if you happen to be stubborn and once something his wife elfish slagg off in his head, then it had to be as and as he had planned, otherwise it was not advisable to stay near him!

Somewhat secretly, Tamara had always been a little jealous that most of her classmates had some sort of pet pet, either a dog or a cat or a guinea pig, or a little cute jewelery lady in a small terrarium, but she would never dare. mother of allergy and father of all kinds of animals to buy her a small pet.

Fortunately, his father, with whom he was in almost everything on a wavelength, quickly saw the context, and even if he could not get a real life - at least for the time being - took his adorable little daughter to a horse farm for a fun time , and if they were allowed, they could safely carry hay and fodder, and sometimes they could be stripped off!

She'd always wanted to try what an extra-terrestrial, uplifting feeling it could be for the wind to shuffle and curl her hair curls almost all the time, and then, almost always, her gaze on the dying, waving and begging to look beautiful to give in to the request of the daughter of an eye only bravely adored:

- You want to ride my little flower? He asked gently, a slight nod from the corner of his eye.

- Dad? If not then nothing's wrong ... I understand! And at that moment, he stood beside his father like a real little heroine.

- You know what? Ask this dear Uncle, that you could go for a ride, and if you feel like you get more, then later come back? What do you say?

- Gee! But it would be cool! He gave a warm warmth to his father's chest and drilled his head: I really want Dad!⏎ 

- Well then we talked about that! Wait here patiently! I'll be back!⏎ 

- Good Dad! I'll be here! And that moment of extraordinary happiness filled the cheerful, almost cheerful little girl, which immediately forgot the series of school troubles and exasperating ridicule.

A few moments later, Daddy came back, who immediately saw something of a liberation that may have resembled freedom most: - My dear Uncle said that he will help you to put you in the handsome packs you choose and will be happy to guide you around if you want! Would you like my little bug ?!

- Yes!!! He whispered a huge big cheer.

- Then honey! I'll take you there! He put his little chubby hands on his arm and headed for the stables. - Which guy do you like in my life?⏎ 

- You know the good big one that has a star on its forehead! He cheered. 

- Isn't it going to be too big for you dear? Are there ponies here, after all ?! He was uncertain, but only for a brief moment, the worried dad, seeing the horse's original size.⏎ 

- I think it's gonna be awesome! You will allow it ?! - she was a carpenter, and there was no remedy for the mouth of her child, so her father immediately agreed with a friendlier man working in the barn, and perhaps had the best vacation of Tamara's life if only her father could escape a little. smelly, from the bustle of a big city with constant nervousness!⏎  

Second

Tamara soon became accustomed to being able to rely on herself alone for wanting something in life, as her alone worried and loving father could guarantee her alone, through encouragement, patronizing, and any form of consolation!

If anything happened to him, that kind of secret, human bond that only they could understand and speak with invisible words would disappear almost immediately!

The following month, Ferenc Bredik was informed that there was a prospect of a smaller promotion, if any; he wants to do smaller reports and articles for the sports section where he actually did a lot of robot work.

- If I'm into this, at least I'd like to do really well! He thought. By the time his wife cut a sour figure like a pickled cucumber and left her almost always mature, mature critique under the rug:

- You see! That has always been typical of you! A perfect idiot or just find out! Many times I wondered what I was going to do with you when I had better applicants! He said indignantly, then added: A - In your place, I would urgently look for a different job instead of robing my life until the day of judgment for those who count for profit alone!

Her words rang deeply in the mind of her husband, who was considering and contemplating every opportunity.

- Yes? Do I listen to my heart? What do you think I should do ?! Where's a little tired, thirty-five-year-old teddy bear, who has only got into journalism alone, since the Creator hasn't blessed him with practical sense ?! - he asked him straight to see if the young woman, still in bomb form, would wear the gloves thrown in front of her?

- You think so how the hell do I know it anyway? - he was roaring into lesser anger, which, in turn, did not stir much.

- Hey, honey! Relax, relax! Wasn't it just talking? He tried to chuckle.

- You see! I'm already tearing my hair out that we can find such a damn thing even from a simple conversation! I don't understand why ?! - he continued to be angry, and when he felt that he was almost twisted and almost exhausted by the universal tension, he added:

- You know what you fat bear! Solve Your Problem! I do not care! - that conversation was interrupted by another knock on the door.

If we went on like this, maybe I'd better call the door mechanics, because this unfortunate door is pretty much used, he wondered slightly.

- Which, in the jungle language, means you don't want to accept a job that might give a little boost to our living conditions!

- Only speak on your own behalf, if I may ask. I don't feel like listening to your pathetic little piss all the time day and night!⏎ 

Ms. Edina may have never really understood her only daughter. Maybe not because he didn't really want to know him.⏎ 

He still remembered the day when he was pushed into the maternity room and that idiot asshole's husband clenched his hand and kept folding it straight in his eyes, There will be nothing wrong! There will be nothing wrong that his acne-prone nervous system, by the way, was enough for the day to even cope with an idiot's rabbit whining:⏎ - I have no problem! I'm fine fucking now! She replied, with acne nerves, eager for her husband to finally leave the maternity room, though the obstetrician was very willing to offer her the chance to cut the umbilical cord, which is a vital link between her mother and her daughter! Because Francis Bendrik was dreading the sight of blood, and almost without exception he was always scent the of even the simplest of sight blood tests, and so when the chief physician, who led the birth prudently and professionally, few told him that the daddy doesn't want to cut the messenger, the little shy daddy simply returned the honorable request with a dismissive gesture:⏎ 

Thank you for your trust, but I would rather trust the Doctor!

The chief doctor shook his head in a slightly puzzled manner, then said a little, But, my dear sir! This is a slap in the face! There will be no harm to either the mother or the baby! If this soothes? He tried kindly. Mr. bendro but this could not be calm, suddenly realized that the nausea that had rókáznia immediately, and thus spared from being able to see the complete placenta and some details of the placenta in its full adult!⏎ - I already know what I'm gonna be when I get big! Tamara proclaimed once or once, a little more self-conscious, especially when her murderously critical mother was not around and at least she didn't have to worry about speaking up for anything!

- I listen to you beetle! What would you like to be?!

- Maybe a fairy or a fairy girl! The one who can protect himself!

His father raised his head because his smart little daughter repeatedly succeeded in telling an interesting thought!

- Do you feel hurt by you dear ?! He looked at him sympathetically.

- I only think it is good if you can take care of yourself at all times! Said the exhausting answer!

When it came to bedtime so turned back to his wife in front of her husband in their bed in the bedroom

- I just can't comprehend what the hell you have to keep messing around with, when the kid doesn't even know how many two and two ?! And then you and your idiot stupidly drop it into the deep water!

- Forgive me, but I don't really understand this - considering - you are always the one in our family who, from a hole angle, puts almost everything under scrutiny and speaks! So what are we talking about, sorry? - and at least the man could feel at least that he was right!

- Well! Just give her the truth. Let yourself feel the same loser! - said hotly counter so that from most people already reality wall would have gone!

Ms. Edina's workplace was more like a dump truck or lightning rod than an eight-hour job where people go in safe conditions to make money!

Somehow for the always prettier and more philandering ladies who, moreover, have been blessed with a supermodel figure and always an ultra-hot, sexy slim figure, overtime was almost a must!

Most of the people who used to surround themselves with lips or soles in their work, because no one showed his sincere face and nowhere could he see sincere faces! Perhaps this is why he became so humbling and superficial to almost everyone, because he could never receive honest looks and gestures throughout his life, and so did his own little family!

Then for some reason everything changed! 

Ms. Edina's mother, who couldn't find a way out of the alcoholism path, eventually owed her little family and her father left at a young age. Not a convincing prospect for a little girl.

It is often said that one goes through his own childhood again and again, even in adulthood, depending on the situation. This was not the case with Mrs Edina; he could not spend a single day letting a little bug or a nuisance like a bagatelle rub his little daughter's face with his insidious, furious wickedness, and when it came to apologizing again, of course, the ever-willing daddy begged , just to finally get rid of the spousal which is the bound and responsible spouse role that!⏎ 

He got a job in a gallery with a smaller private interest in art, and if most people weren't blind, he could see through the situation that, even if he was hired for his captivating intelligence, but for the goddess's soaring, always delightful and handsome looks! 

Did you know for certain paintings which were the defining works of which era? What was the circumstance for a given painter when he had created almost only a handful of very, very obsessed fanatics, who were really alive, dying for the universality of art!

Of course, the number of invitees was elated in equal proportions by business partners, more influential milieu in the surface world, and relationships of interest that only sought to penetrate the pretty lady's depths, not so unfoundedly.

Although she did not know when her relationship with her husband had deteriorated, she liked the opportunity to attract more attractive women, especially Adonis-looking, or more sympathetic purses, as beautiful and exotic women, if she ever wanted to. he liked it!

The tremendous amounts of upscale trinkets and jewels you might get if you slept with one of them were almost icing on the cake. End of a truly uplifting day!

Of course, Ferenc Brandek could hardly notice any of this, as his wife was trying to secretly sean limiting his devious meetings to the downtown, where he also reserved a small apartment for a gentleman, where he could finally be taken back from his so-called model wife to a really vicious and extremely sexy alluring woman! Who can finally feel every touch of a hungry man is at once hot, truly immersive but definitely uplifting!

Unlike her husband's very aging parents, who represented and embodied some ancient, unquestionable Puritanism and morality within the family; they insisted that not one of the boys should marry this person, because so many more sophisticated ladies were walking down the street, but Ferenc Bredek was often even more independent and stubborn than the majority, and so he tied it to the stake On a fine day, he escaped from the caring protection of his parents' house right into the registrar's office, where his newly-wedded arena welcomed her into a larger piece of teddy bears that she would certainly be tempted to do and her calculations to come. grumble as ever!

- Sonny! I'm telling you, this person is going to completely ruin it! Sooner or later, it will happen, and then you can no longer apologize for not paying attention to you and not warning you! His always watchful mother was worried, and his father's grumbling grumble was the only answer to the day again.

- I know Mom! I know well! Don't be afraid! We got it! You want grandchildren right? What will they say if they meet their grandmother amidst tears ?! Enyje! He hugged his mother meaningfully, shook his old man's hand a lot, and finally swore to the one who was then he even thought he could tame him and be a good mother to his children. 

But like any eternal daydream or imaginary desire that a person cherishes just to make it come true - it has remained an indispensable dream!

Then that night, when he reported that the boss might appoint him personally as one of the assistant editors of the new sports section, it was possible to feel the bubbling hell, and that the anger was really huge; he could feel himself at the nicely laid-out dinner table as if he were sitting on a barrel of gunpowder that could explode at any minute:

- Now what to say to this ??? Edina blurted out. - Tell me what the hell could I do with this ?! God forbid you! - But honey! The other one was amazed. - How can you talk like that ?! I just really wanted to have fun, so we'll get a little financially better and have a trip in a beautiful place! Abroad if you feel like it! - her husband tried to speak to his wife with reason, and deliberately calm, especially in those important moments when the moment seemed to be exploding!

- Treasure! He turned to his little girl, who was busy slicing a small bite of meat and understood and understood everything that had happened between her parents. 

- My little flower! Will you please go into your room while my mom and I talk for a while? He pleaded kindly, for he would not have liked to have had the mood of ever-increasing, anxious tension at any time for his only adored child contagious. 

- Yes, Daddy! Counties! - her voice was barely audible as the little girl could learn early on that a mother who is forever critical of less speech might be less able to engage! He pulled out his chair in small, small steps and headed for the nursery with his toddler's chubby feet.

- Now what for God's sake ??? She mumbled.

- Why did you have to submit it when you have the right to listen to what's going on between us! This cheap, outdated, pathetic play! 

The man bowed his head, staring deeply; if she didn't try to calm her down, maybe she'd strangle this frightening harpy woman she once loved with the Universe! 

- Honey, you don't want our daughter to learn the nasty words early, especially from us! You understand that ?! 

- This is bullshit! Take note! And you're a low-tail, pathetic hapsi! I find different people beside myself just wait for the end! He said inconsistently. The hurt husband seemed to be working, for he was very sad with a chubby, chubby face, and while he tried his best not to choke on himself, he could barely recover from the tears that appeared every five minutes: - You became a very evil woman Edina! He blurted out a little later.

- Well, if we're here baby! You're not even a sentient! The note was a bitter one, which made the mood of the dinner just as frosty as the texture of freshly baked frozen fish rods. 

- You would rather thank your monkey for trying to open up an your eyes! The young woman reminded me most of a parrot who was trying to prove that she could speak, so she always folded in one sentence.

- You know my dear wife, I'm just so sorry that our little daughter will never really know her mom because you have to do this all the time! He lowered his head as he said what he really meant in his heart.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean ?! He raised both hands on his hips, unmistakably and hostile. 

- I'm afraid, darling, if you have to think about it, then here are some very serious problems! He slowly raised one hand and made a circular motion around his head; showing the international branding of idiots.

- So, if you understand me, you want to say you home-grown, hairy, bloated caterpillar that I'm a complete fool ??? 

- Look! I don't want to fight anymore because this constant war situation sends me completely to the floor and exhausts me completely! I just want to keep our little girl in mind, hopefully having a nice childhood and not acting like me!

- You're still talking! She swept her husband's criticism and remarks as if they were feather fluff. - Anyway! All kids grow up! - he threw it half-shoulder to shoulder as he tried to slip out of his ever-so-pretty hands.

- It could be! It just doesn't matter how! The worried headmaster said after him, and as with every successful day, this little hassle could not bring me any more calm or more!

Third

Sitting in the cafeteria next to a good hot black soup, the taste of which may have reminded you a lot of a tasteless, sticky prick; it was as if a crude black-haired man was waiting - seemingly fully prepared - and still a little impatient, waiting for straight, raw and stinky asphalt.

His professional precision left no doubt that when he received a call from his clients on his palm-celled miniature cell phone, he was always as accurate as a pre-programmed watch; has eliminated the named target!

As he sat here and tried to tidy up his day's most important activities, he wondered why evil men must necessarily pay for their sins, while innocent people can be made nothing but a necessary loss; numbers on a predictable formula that are just referred to as being in the wrong place at the wrong time!

You will never forget the begging, tearful gaze of a beautiful and exotic young woman who is still in the flower of her life and who, before she was executed, asked her one question!⏎ 

She asked you not to have a single little seedling watch your mom do a business assignment just because her husband got involved in something that didn't last forever!

And the man kindly blindfolded the little kid's eyes and said they would hide, and now he had to hide so the monsters couldn't find him! Then he gently gripped his always-listening ears and, albeit, used a silencer pistol, out of purely professional self-defense to instantly eliminate the faint shadow of suspicion in an effort to extinguish an invaluable, yet precious life with just one bullet, did you know if the frightened and slightly whimpering girl could see anything at all?

Here he sat in this beautifully refurbished, small-style café, watching the people passing by, professionally.

Even though I could have been one of the many, but perhaps more valuable! He wondered.

Since he was removed from the army where he was trained for everything and, of course, he was taught in the most effective way how to kill a simple matchmaker even masterfully he hadn't known how long he had been doing this fucking shit job!

At the same time, he was fully aware of his solid and always unwavering conscience - no matter how ruthless and without moral principles - you cannot escape, for perhaps it is worse for everyone and more ruthless than death!

He never understood why his clients could not offer him orders that the particular target or, the person to be liquidated simply stunned, and after he had finished, he simply rises from the carpet - which, by way of exception, does not have to bleed - so that he can save on cleaning and disinfecting the dirty work.

The familiar deafening noises of the morning were now melting in a muted harmony as he looked out the window of the small cafe.

Disappointing sanity! With her thin, masterfully delicate fingers, admired for her cunning grip on her curly black curly hairstyle, she still couldn't believe after many jobs that she had extinguished one priceless human life!

Tamara, who is well over seven and a half years old, was always taught by his always caring father to learn how to remain determined and self-conscious in the maze of independence and responsibility!

Often, she was letting her go to school alone, and though her constantly pounding and pounding heart told her little one to do so, she could get around a big city with her own traffic hazards - sooner or later, but it would fit to learn how a well-behaved school girl in a hustle and bustle!

There was almost no need to tell the assassin that he immediately spotted this lost girl!

He was a strong reminder of the times when he would have had a family, only in a foolish act with the great love of his life, and almost crazy about the universal loss.

Still sitting there watching the little chubby girl he gazes carefully on all sides of the zebra, and when he has judged that nothing is coming, he stumbles across the pavement to the green mark. With a mermaid school bag on her back. ⏎ 

The assassin's senses and instincts were instantly sharp and sophisticated; he paid a large dose of coffee and immediately got up from the table and thought he would, like a secret bodyguard or garde dame accompany the little lady he was on his way to!

Even now he could not have guessed that their destiny would be completely intertwined from that day on…

The little girl did not even notice the man in silent shadow, who, as a master of hiding, was trying to follow him in style and silent silence; as if he had only performed a voluntary assignment that could not be expressed in money at all, because it was dictated by the inner laws of the soul.

He often wondered about sleepless nights, lying in his bed, walking on his feet, what it would have been like to get out of this stupid, insane, murderous business with only one rule: Get rid of anyone who knows or even suspects! And the more secrets a person knows, the more dangerous they are!

The half past eight o'clock had brought the numbing fatigue out of it, and it was far from good for an ever-oiled body.

He deliberately followed it two corners behind so that he could not stare at anyone. His black leather jacket and briefcase neatly slid into the often-torn, bullet-proof contours of the walls of the house, and one would not say whether it was day or night: as if everyone was deliberately they would have escaped without a word the mystery of this man. Tamara still wore that pathetically ridiculous toothpick and looked like a charming little Martian, half-glued with a wound patch that looked half-glued with a wound patch that looked like an ingredient! ⏎ 

At one of the intersections where he'd just crossed the zebra, his classmates were already waiting, and they were not skimpy with some frowning and ticking signs:⏎ 

- Look again, Miss Röfi is here in person! Hehehe! - It's like having four eyes at a time with this bun! - they were mocking, and it was even better for them that the irreversible tears had already burst out of their eyes⏎ 

Then he always tried to recall in his own way what his father would always say to him in this case: - My little flower! The most important thing is to never let anyone take away your life! Let anything happen be happy and satisfied!⏎ 

She tried, but with each step as she approached the other, more delightful, and, more importantly, much slimmer and much leaner, almost gabe, she felt her body shudder, squeezing her crying and painful feelings.⏎ 

- I'm sorry to call you…⏎ 

Behind you, as if you didn't want to hear this pleasant, velvety male voice for the first time, as if you were completely stunned. 

It's not going to work that way, he immediately concluded, as he realized that the little girl's seemingly no ear was moving. But then how could he gain his trust? For the time being, a he kept going, but he did it unnoticed because he couldn't risk being seen as a pedophile.

- What's your puffin? - shouted at one of her classmates, who, almost without interruption, intentionally ate her lunch that day, saying; fat people don't have to eat that much!

Tamara deliberately tried to do as her dad advised her: apparently comfortable walking across the sidewalk, and as if they weren't just looking over them⏎ 

- Hey you fat turkey? I am talking to you!

And the assassin could not decide what to do now? Intervene and dismantle the other girl's jokes and killer jokes, of course, with diplomatic finesse, or let things happen the way they were originally?

Finally, he decided to intervene only in the last resort, when that little girl's teasing was already in the blood!

The little girl was not at all prepared for her classmates to be against him with such malicious commission and a real Inquisition hate.

The little girl who spoke as she deliberately wriggled past her or began to squint her carefully tufted hair and then, without believing it, took off her other glasses without using a word, could only detect faint, nightmarish spots from the outside, and very difficult, almost limited access to information!

- Give it back! I'll tell Aunt Eve! And his beautiful, big pellets of tongue, without a word, immediately burst into tears, while the other small laughing children 's threatening little body was raised above his head.⏎ 

Now for the mysterious man, once the thread could be torn open and the glass filled:

- What did you do here with your bitch puppies ?! Mars from here until I tell you! And again, don't see that you are wicked with this little girl! - he was at the forefront of the conflict. Then he turned to Tamara

- Say it? Why are you letting them poke you all the time?- he helped her up and gave her her glasses back. 

- Thank you very much Uncle! He was decent, though his father had always tried to teach him that not all adults were kind and evil, but he was captivated by an incredibly intimate feeling in his heart.

- Willingly! - but it was good to say that simple word, almost just a word. He didn't even know what he was thinking, really, and when he thanked him for telling him so much sincerity, it made him feel more balanced and better.

- Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself yet! I'm David! She introduced herself with a wide, big grip, letting her touch her dotted little hands.

- My name is Brandek Tamara! The little girl succumbed to each well-accented syllable, and she seemed at ease to finally be placed under the care of a professional adult. 

Suddenly he didn't know what to say, but he finally managed to say, Well… uh… I'm really happy to meet you! Where are you going Tamara?

- To school! I'll be second soon! He tried to go further, but the inner calmness that flowed from him made every step of the way uncertain. - Don't be afraid of anything! If they suck again or have fun with you, I'll always be there and protect you from all trouble! Have a nice day! He pretended to be around the corner and rushed to seemingly important matters, but in fact he rushed to one of the street corners where he leaned against a protruding house wall and slipped to hopefully get her to school. 

As the girl turned around on the next street corner where she was attentive to the murmuring sounds of children, she knew she was safe - thanks to her - to her destination!

Now you just fell really pensive! Who else has heard that an assassin and a professional assassin can have very serious feelings? But that seemed to be the case now!

Most importantly, he recognized the situation, he wanted to take care of and protect this little girl, and he was not interested in the arguments that had been voiced so much and so much, of course, in stylish robes.

Especially at night, he could only rotate in a sweat of battle.

He was still awake alert to those distinctive, unmistakable voices when he heard the screams of death in his ears, or when the brain of an unfortunate man regularly splashed on his clothes and had to clean it!

As he hid in the corner of the wall with a quiet stealth, watching the drunken girl walk into the school, she was captivated by a paternal feeling of hitherto unknown origin. What would his child have been like if the goddamn action hadn't gone wrong?⏎ 

At once he was excited and then ripped apart by the thought of a sudden burst of nerves. But not! Now you don't have to make a mistake, because then you will feel like you were already winning the damn cat-and-mouse war that seemed to be perpetuating!

Perhaps the caffeine of a poisonous coffee suddenly consumed in the morning may be having an effect right now ?! She couldn't know for sure!

So far, the few times you had a job, and just having a complete family out of the reach of small children, tried to hide and save it with its various news sources and spiclies, because the truth is that it hated flying a bullet into the head of an unarmed, small innocent human being, knowing full well that he could do nothing but witness and be a victim that he must protect by all means!

It often happened that even if they were worthy and were good people, they also tried to give their parents the most painless death possible!

Her mother drank easily anesthetic-free, poison-free poison, and her father had only one surgical precision neck pressure, and spread like a small sack of potatoes.

Outside, the silence of the ever-moving street, resembling an increasingly crowded anthill, gradually came to life.

The man saw, and knew that even if he wanted to stay, he could not do the stuffing on the spot like some unknown first baller, because he was easily spotted; because not many people wear a black leather jacket and was carrying a black briefcase with them, unless they are very important for business people, but they generally tend to prefer the expensive suits preferred haunts than the sporty outfits. Who knows, though? He had always vowed to get rid of the unbearably stinky cigar he'd had, if not smoked like an automatic factory chimney.

Until now! One last, all-encompassing slug will definitely not do you any harm! He took a deep sip of cigarette and let it blow out the smoke; as if he had been able to get rid of all the constricted tension or pressure alone with this stunning bomb!

Now he was unlikely to sleep! If one is left alone with the clacking gears of his brain, the least thing he can do is wait for the killer to grumble with patience, while the nerve-wracking thought that has plunged himself into his mind is not going away, and if that fails, an unfortunate dumbass whom you can crush all your pathetic day and life on!

Why this had to turn out like this!

He stepped out of the brick wall of the street corner, which was graceful and a bit peckish, and headed back toward the now-bustling downtown.

He wondered what a parent could be from a man who had seen more hell and apocalyptic destruction in less than thirty years of his life than anyone else's whole life, and realized that maybe change could never be so late that one wouldn't know up: it's time to invest in everything!

He drove at least twelve years we have this constant fear, others threatening the means of spiritual terrorism in átko- job, and I was a smartass new rich root guys with many sick people just stammered quack that they didn't really plan to kill their beautiful top-model wife, they only tried to scare them with powerful tools, and when the assassin told them that the new rich fat cob brains weren't contracted at all guided themselves by a sudden lightning strike, and given permission, not even for liquidation, but something like that: just let the do-it-your-baby-do-it-your-go-to-be-bleeding bleed, and the rest of them are not at all! And if the assassin is instructed, as a secret mandate remaining among the people, he will kill mercifully or mercilessly, but in any case, with one law in mind: there is really nothing to be done to spare unprotected victims or innocent people as much as possible.

She thought back now of this little girl in glasses, orthodontic, chubby, and remembered the line of defenseless victims who were barely four or five years old when she was sent painlessly to death by their parents!

Tamara, he remembered immediately. He said that name, and he recognized immediately in his small, victim like, trembling little body that this little girl could be as afraid of something as she was!

She was afraid of her own traitorous conscience, which reminded her every day of weakness and cowardice, why she didn't try to make a difference, even though she had plenty of opportunity, while the beautiful, wacky and timid little girl could have demons to fight and fight!

He saw the little girl in her enormously expanding brown eyes, as the light, like a white crescent moon,small, small beads of truth on her retina as she blinks, and this shapes the lens of your glasses instantly magnifies! 

He would have been very proud if his little angel could have survived the school age! He suddenly had a broken heart, but he took power, sucked in the air, and decided he wouldn't cry just like a big bass machine! She still didn't know if she was going to leave this little girl now, would she ever meet her in life? Or just twenty years from now, when will the younger generation be potty-headed?

By that time, the exotic young lady who is flourishing from the little girl is teasing, and she may even remember her face and question why she left her in those difficult times when it was vital for both of them to have a friend!

The best way to go quietly into oil and get bounced, and to help just a few easy-to-forget and neglected people, most of whom don't even remember what they had breakfasted that day, like those who easily forget about the other when they suddenly become hot under their feet the soil!

You should move on! Lead this lame job and finally start a new life and career! You just didn't know how?

Fourth

Mrs Edina hated her mother for the sake of the world and pathetically despised her father for ever seeking excuses and being a cowardly character; a pathetically small patch of family shame that most people would hate to cling to when they need it, but wipe their feet!

What he always remembered as a little sad from his successful childhood was that while his father worked responsibly for his gut and for his mother, the dear mother liked to seduce men into their homes - while the head of the family was away, of course - and money he had a good night's sleep with them!

As a little girl, she could not understand what many uncles with a curious face, and then a wicked and often wicked uncle, could want from their beloved mommy and later, when her seven-year-old readily realized that her mother was trying to maintain herself for business, what's going to happen to her only little daughter and her dad doesn't belong to her anymore.

He returned to another luxury villa in one of the more elegant bedrooms of the Rose Hill, with a spectacular view overlooking the Pazar panorama.⏎ 

He looked down at the computer with the delicate muscles of his asshole stretched out with limbs, now lying on his stomach and snoring in despair, and then he decided to grab the movable money and walk away in silence like he'd ever encountered a more influential man of this format!

Still wrapping his snow-white silk sheet over his shapely, naked body, he stepped gently into the bathroom, which was also reminiscent of a smaller lavishly furnished room, and decided that since he had been able to water enough alcohol last night, take a shower and shower!

In his life he had never seen a space cabin-like shower where he had stepped on, and without any twisting of the shower roses, a jet of water of the desired temperature was immediately jerking away, and in pleasant rays! Only later did he see that there was a smaller automatic cabinet beside the washbasin mirror, like a radio with the desired temperature pre-programmed, so that the person who could shower his head could not be surprised!

He let his still youthful and seductive, shapely sexy body be permeated by the beads of water droplets, while he felt something comforting, damp in his entire vibrating, satisfied body.

How is it that your husband has never been able to completely shake off the seemingly impenetrable bastards of sex?

She felt no remorse for waking up to a wild stranger, who was indifferent to her, but still handsome! Indeed! Once you've had an easy opportunity to get such handsome dudes to easily enjoy the he used the position offered and liked guilt; so that you cheated on her for the first time she knew her husband and committed treachery against her little daughter.

It was more like a world-wide, computational woman who might not have been shaped by her personal convictions, but rather the kind of lifestyle and style she volunteered for and participated in!

He was letting his body free itself from all the unnecessarily accumulated ribbons and stesses, and that the universal tension could easily escape from his body, now that the shower had been steadily stroking his body under the comforting tingling waves of the shower!

"I wish you were not disappointed with her husband! - thought. But then why punish the sweet little girl who is either one or the other, but her daughter ?! He hadn't noticed that he had since fully awakened from alcohol intoxication, and now a whimsical, unconscious man with Adonis's body stepped silently behind him and grabbed a bath sponge:

- Allow me, darling, to drain your back? He made an irresistible whisper in his ear.⏎ 

- I can't resist you sweetheart! - he