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!x59qz04G1I 05/14/11(Sat)14:18 No.14925453Spending some cash, you buy a pack of grey lenses.
>Cash left: 1980 RUR
>Credit card: +98000 RUR
The letter is thus:
Dear Lena
If you're reading this then I have died. Enclosed you find something that belonged to me. The money is insignificant and I hope you'll use it to the best of your ability. I know you're a pretty down-to-earth girl, but know this. The figurine you will get in the box is otherworldly, and not the only one of its kind. It works only for some people though, so I was never able to figure out what this one does. My pal in the war met the carrier of the Owl. That guy was some elite night sniper, they said that he never misses as long as it's dark. I gave it to you once, when you were a child, and it reacted to you - I saw it in your eyes. Keep it close to you and use it as you see fit, if you even believe the postmortem ramblings of an old, senile man suffering from PTSD.
Good luck to you,
I love you always,
Alexei Mikhailov
On the other side, there is the same symbol as on the waxen seal on the box, then rows upon rows of nonsense cyrillic and numbers, in some pattern you cannot grasp, written out in your grand-grand-dad's steady and minute hand. |
