The twins were walking in a square of a small city. It was probably 3 AM. Walking in places like that was dangerous, but they didn’t give a single shit to that. There was no alive soul in that place, it was really dark. Only the moon light could illuminate the twins’ faces. They were really chidish, playing Hide n’ Seek between the houses wasn’t a good idea. This time Jasdero was ‘it’ and Devit was hiding behing a trash can in an alley, his gun in his hand. As he heard some steps he looked around, his brother would probably be too far from him, then Devit just kept silence.