“You will be killed,” said an old woman sitting after looking for a long time at the cup of coffee she was holding in her hand. The owner of the cup exchanged glances with the girl sitting next to him, and despite feeling confused and nervous, he smiled. Then he said, trying to joke: “You will be killed?! So don’t tell me who will kill me or how you will be killed?” She raised her head from the cup and looked at it carefully: “Your destiny is written in front of me as if it were an open book, and what is written must be seen, and no one, O lonely person, can escape from his destiny.”
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