A drunken Finnish tourist was walking along a dimly lit medieval street, swaying slightly in the wind like an autumn leaf, he turned the corner and began to urinate on a narrow dark street hidden behind the facades of the main avenue. At the very moment when the scoundrel finished such an intimate process and was already buttoning his fly, a pale man appeared next to him, who, from under a black hoodie, in a low, almost absent voice, did not even offer, but ordered: "Buy leather!".
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- Thanks, no need, but is it real at least? Or Chinese dermatin? Finn replied jokingly.
- Natural, I made it myself, - the stranger hissed, - almost fresh human skin. Very high-quality," the strange guest continued with complete seriousness.
The frightened Finn screamed as if he had pinched the most precious place for a man with a zipper on his jeans, and continuing to scream like a woman, he ran away.
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He stumbled, fell, turned over with his ass to the pavement and like a scorpion began to back away, thus crawling out onto the main street of the city. "There's a maniac, there's a murderer!" he shouted to people walking and pointing at this alley. Oncoming people looked around the corner, smiled and just twirled their finger at the temple of a drunken loser. "He got drunk to hell," you probably would have thought, but went on about your business, and the sobered Finn continued to sit hugging his knees on the wet pavement, looking with fright into the dark distance of the alley...