It was three years ago. Then it was winter and I was in grade 5. My friend and I played snowballs in the school yard. We had fun. Nothing foreshadowed troubles. They threw themselves into each other's snowballs and decided to go home. But someone threw a snowball at me. I turned around and saw a classmate and whose boy I did not know. They started teasing us, and we started throwing them with snowballs. It was very funny! Soon we were tired and we said good-bye and went home. This day I will never forget.
Ну как то так o, one foggy november night, mr. x, is dressed in a long coat, walked along a back street in liverpool with a box under his arm. he came into the house, put the box on the ground and knocked on the door. when the man opened the door, mr. x. picked up the box and gave it to him. the man in the house nodded, took the box and closed the door. mr. x. was gone. two days later, mr. x. i read in the newspaper that a dead body was found in a liverpool park with his left hand missing, and he was utterly shocked. mr. h. knows what is in the suitcase were very important documents. they depended on the life of a wealthy man who had recently been attacked. in these documents was information about where he is now. apparently the offender decided to act violently. he cut off the hand of the poor man, who soon died from loss of blood, and took the box. after a few days the important person was found in his mansion in the maldives. we sorry, but we did not manage to get there first because the killer was ahead of us on several chasov, maybe even one day. soon the funeral. i was standing in a black coat behind a tree, i blamed myself in two deaths, the death of the carrier and the death of my client.
