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The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell continued his machinery work for decent amount of time. During this process, Fyodor had lingering thoughts about whether or not his advertisements for his h detective agency had drummed up much business yet. These thoughts remained as he took a dirty rag and began wiping down the various tools he had used. Returning each one back to the tool-box and placing the box within the Pick-up, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell spung a keyring around his right index finger before clicking it to shut the pick-up. With that done he left the compound.

...

Back at the office Konstantinovich began to examine and look for inquiries for potential cases which clients would want to hire him for. With a conspicuous note in eyesight the Damned Detective quickly grabbed it for closer inspection. Behind the helmet there was most certainly an expression on the Damned Detective's face; but that expression was just between him and the Devil. To an outside observer it simply appeared as if the Damned Detective just stood with the note, staring at it far longer than one would stare at such a brief message for.

This silence was broken by a series of pensive muses that were barely above a whisper, [i][color=f7941d]"Может ли это быть? Я ... это правда? Неужели правда?"[/color][/i] As soon as those words were uttered there was a few faint more moments of silence before The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of the Hell eagerly began 'thrash dancing' up and down. 

[i][color=f7941d]"Я знал это! Я знал это! Он не потерпел поражение, как утверждали слухи. Его известность поразила много страха в сердцах жалких еретиков, тех, кто не понимал проповедей тьмы, что они должны были лгать o его поражении. И ЧТО ВЫСОКИЙ СВЯЩЕННИК ТЬМЫ! ОН ЗДЕСЬ! И ОН ХОЧЕТ ВСТРЕТИТЬ МЕНЯ! EEEEEEEEEEE!" [/color][/i] 

Fyodor clutched his left hand before breathing in a meditative manner, [i][color=f7941d]"Говорят, вы не должны встречаться со своими кумирами, но это должно пойти хорошо. Надеюсь, я произведу хорошее впечатление. Он должен нравиться мне, да? да. Я впечатлю его так, что он распространит мое послание в массы."[/color][/i] He took a moment to pause again as another possibility crossed his mind. 

[color=f7941d][i]"Но если это была ложь того, кто просто притворяется Первосвященником, я УБЬЮ ЕГО."[/i][/color] as he said that he mimed a cutting movement over his neck. With the note still in hand Fyodor carefully folded it and placed it in a pocket as he headed off to investigate the auditorium.