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The five players, four men and one woman sat in a circle, like marbles of different colors and designs arranged on the ground by the hand of a gigantic divine child.

The blond, organizer of the game, he inserted the bullet into the barrel of the gun and turned it, emitting a sound like the flutter of a mechanical and angry bee. He stopped the rotation of the cylinder with the palm and closed the gun with speed and agility, producing a macabre thunder seemed to pierce the shield of the suspended silence that enveloped the room.

Only one bullet was left in the drum, and fate would decide which of the five heads were introduced. The blond rested the gun barrel to his temple, with an impassive expression, looked quietly at his emaciated companion on the right, expecting some kind of sign of approval, it gave almost imperceptibly bowed his head for the other forward. The player in turn then turned his gaze to the black-haired girl in front of him, pupils will not be moved to focus, looked as if it were transparent, pulled the trigger and a loud sound and accurate, but not burst at the end, stalled for more than a second the heart of the other participants. The only one who seemed not flinching in the least before this event was the weakness that had made the nod.

the blonde's face broke into a wide smile, which he printed a full expression of unnatural quiet before this dangerous game. His reaction was that I had an ace up his sleeve on his right. It was then the turn of the skinny: he took the gun to the floor observed for a few seconds, calm, laid the cold muzzle of the gun to his head and pressed the trigger with determination. Nothing fatal happened.

The black-haired girl was the next, and the latter to enter the consciousness of it, burst into tears, began to tremble and sob with eyes closed and mouth open. The two guys that complemented the circle seemed to bother with this waste of dread. Reaction was completely inadequate for someone who had presumed to be calm enough to play Russian roulette.

The skinny had not yet passed the gun to the girl. Gave a snort prolonged, making a clear gesture that he had filled his patience. Suddenly, like a mirror, with all the coolness and efficiency that only pure evil can be, pointed a gun at the girl's head and pressed the trigger. A thunderous roar thundered the skull of the female, pushing her head back so violently that some of the tears were suspended in the air as tiny bubbles, for a millisecond. The blond, to witness the horrible scene, began to laugh out loud full of sadism.

To the astonishment of the other two, the skinny, wrapped in an expression demonic, he said,

It was his luck, playing die. I shot him to save the drama I was doing detestable. Have not done so, we would have fifteen minutes of it before you pull the trigger.

- But how the hell do you know? Hysterical asked one of the two boys.

"Because I can see the future," said the skinny, looking grim fascination with the pool of blood began to smear the soil.

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