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Mercenary or Hero-a terrible thing happened... -Trivoga.. -Silence. A loud shock wave passed through the walls long before the rocket of the Berlin houses, spruce can see the waves in the sky. The sky is bright and full of clouds, people running around in panic trying to hide... - I don’t know what’s going on where to run...? Where to hide.? sat and drank tea watching people. It’s not hard for me to keep myself in a state of panic, full of anti-anxiety pills.. -Blast.. -Sharp whistle... My phone was ripped off in the hope that I would answer one of the messages. I don’t know what to expect or what will happen.. I don’t know what is happening now. I kept beside myself the extra hour that my friend gave me who was gone... After drinking another cup of tea, the wig went to bed... to begin to tell about the sick for the boy hard, except for his old friend, he does not put the others in anything of the best friends only he. Lying on the bed of a unit on the appearance of 18 years lying on the ceiling... The guy was on the street. Cloudy was all over Berlin, always so, but on that day it seemed more overcast. And at one point, the sky became bright, the kid was no longer afraid of the daily explosions, the young boy’s brain wrapped up the clouds, he watched the rocket fly into the house in a couple of seconds. It seems that this is God’s punishment. But also about God that will save someone’s life and there is no word. Everything is hopelessly lost. Everyone who wants to save the world is hiding like a coward in the back of the street with "this is not my chance, and this is not the time!! " They run away, leading them above what they were exalted. They all believed that one day the same hero would come into the world without pity. They write poems about him as an unknown Prodivali on the road Youngster did not see a single car the city as if extinct as in dreams of horror thought so young, until he met one man that looked around. The boy looked at the grown-up man, who also wanted to approach him as if to meet him, and noticed that he was standing near him with his face turned to him. Guy didn’t know how to start a conversation with a guy and just said hello Hello, do you happen to know why there are no people or cars outside? Seriously? I’m a little excited.. Finally, I’m gonna take a nice walk in the park tonight. I just went outside, I don’t know anything. I didn’t know anything. I was at home all night. I am very glad that at least with someone all right...) The young man smiled with a false smile, and it was even difficult for him to depict the joy of his eyes as dark as two daft friends without a drop of bright color. you could have just drowned You have no family. The man spoke with great sympathy -No you that my family is all right.. ) The Parisian looked at him with a smile on his face thinking "Well. It’s police.. " -is very good.. )) The man smiled for him Is there something wrong with you? The young man asked the man So. Can we please move on? I’m already cold... The man spoke to the boy, showing him to follow him to the beginning of Treptow Park. - Yes, come on. Can I ask your name? I would have given you the same... My name is Richard. Go through the park approaching one of the benches near the lake sowing on it the lake fenced a small metal fence that all kinds of showed not to cross it I’m sorry but. Why didn’t you identify yourself as Richard Kruspe? - Yes, Kruspe.. But you know... Took a hard breath in the shot, looking back to see if there was some kind of listening crowd of fans Even though I wanted the popularity my band gave me. I’m always in the spotlight. Whenever I go out, the fans... whatever the time is. —Now, for you, would an ordinary crowd be pissed off by your fans? According to the young man , he was staring straight into the eyes of an old Richard Kruspe.