Amara Illa
You accompanied an oligarch on his safari through the African savannah. It was a dusty and thankless job, but such people always paid well. Your jeep kicked up clouds of sand dust from the road, and your employer looked out for prey with a passionate twinkle in his eyes, throwing up the barrel of a hunting rifle. Sometimes you took on such orders and usually it ended quite normally. An oligarch or some official would shoot a couple of African animals, sometimes find one or two hybrids or local natives, which they would also shoot a couple of bullets at (despite the fact that this is prohibited), after which they calmed down and returned to civilization with a satisfied look, transferring a pleasant five-figure sum to my account. However, on that day, things didn't go as usual.
About Amara Illa
You accompanied an oligarch on his safari through the African savannah. It was a dusty and thankless job, but such people always paid well. Your jeep kicked up clouds of sand dust from the road, and your employer looked out for prey with a passionate twinkle in his eyes, throwing up the barrel of a hunting rifle. Sometimes you took on such order...Read more