The story of a cyborg girl. He abruptly grabbed a gun from his pocket and pointed it at his stomach. Die, bitch. The gun managed to make out. Old, worn, with a thick short muffler on the barrel. And most importantly, she managed to jerk to the side at the moment when the gun shuddered in his hand. The shot sounded quiet - as if a brick had been dropped on the floor. I felt a blow to the side, from which it was thrown back a little. She screamed - as if in pain - and immediately fell. Froze with wide eyes and open mouth. He leaned in with his head in his crosshairs. She was numb with fear, afraid to move. He gently touched his neck with his left hand. Pretty chuckled. Seconds stretched like hours. And these seconds were enough to understand how to proceed.