Oleg got off the horse and test the consistency of the ground.
- Shit - he said. In recent days a lot of rain had fallen, the roads were semiallagate and the situation was certainly destined to worsen.
- Melmosetta, eh? - Scatanelli said the count, looking good and put my feet on the ground. - God, how mavvone.
- A swamp. A shitty fucking swamp right now that are missing so few kilometers - Oleg growled. - Christ, I ...
- Calm down - it warned Milippo, the hold of the guard on horseback. - Be yourself.
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