In the city streets, where shadows hide, There walks a man, with danger by his side. With eyes like fire, and a heart so cold, He roams the night, a story untold. He's a бандит, feared by all, With a swagger and a gun, he stands tall. His reputation precedes him, his name whispered in fear, No one crosses him, for the end is near. In the dead of night, he prowls the streets, A silent predator, his enemies he defeats. No one knows his past, or what drives him on, But one thing's for sure,...