[Interlude: José Luccioni]
A Tokarev for peace, heh, heh
It's true, because just one of its projectiles pacifies any area: “Click”
After that, not one noise apart from the impact of a body on the ground, and the flight of the birds, frightened by the detonation
Did you know that one Tokarev bullet travels four-hundred and twenty meters in one second? Four hundred and twenty meters
Between the end of the barrеl and the judge's head, thеre were five, and barely three for the prefect
Fine, I'll spare you the calculations, it doesn't even leave enough time to close your eyelids
The kid, he excelled where his father failed: survival. And each of his acts honored his memory
Otto: four letters that terrified before him. Four letters he had in his skin