Fekete András, Grancsa Gergely - Kalasnyikov and Rózsafüzér

Pablo Escobar bored through his lunch. He had days like that. Basically, he loved life, but there were times when he got upset. This happens to all sane people. And with bad feelings too. Even his favorite caviar at breakfast didn't go down well, and that was extremely suspicious. The day of depression has come. And he's just been asked to write a blurb for a novel written by two idiots! He doesn't know why, but in a moment of weakness he took it. Perhaps because he wants to maintain the appearance that he is all good things, including the support of literature. And because he is also mentioned several times in the novel. And because his titles, Kalashnikov and Rosary, are the two cornerstones of his life. Bad and good. Death and resurrection. Physical and mental pleasure. There's nothing better than killing a little and then muttering a prayer in the silence of a church. Or vice versa. In the meantime, of course, eat delicious food, play music, watch a movie, not to mention the other pleasant possibilities... - and prepare for it all to end once and for all. The book was written by a young nerd who thinks he already knows everything about life, when he doesn't. And an old fool who hopes that he has misunderstood everything and that nothing is as he thought. A terrifying combo. According to the request, the recommendation cannot be more than 1,200 characters, so Pablo is forced to cut off the edge of the text with his machete decorated with the Colombian coat of arms.