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U r john. U live in london. U r twenty one years old, u have maturity and now u don t have a job. Or at least basic job. U r nazi hunter. It s 1962 and in london there are parties, clubs or units of neo-nazis. U and ur friend Schon (u know each other since primary school) kill these guys and hunt these parties. Ur activity s not supported by police and u r surviving for example from watches witch u steal from the dead guys etc Ur "hunter suit" contains dr martens boots, with steel fronts made from ur grandad. He works in factory of dr martens. He was bringing up u last five years cause ur dad died and mum probaly ran away. The next one of ur cloth is grandads army jacket. No tuning. Just normal jacket of average british solider who fought on ground. Ur jeans and finally a green bacalva. U r usinig it while someone could recognize u. U r using to fight ur martens, beautiful eight-inches long knife with birch handle. U made it. And for the worst cases u have a revolver bulldog. It s not registrated gun and u don t have any license. At this moment u r in ur house, in part of edge the city called "stadrand". There ate many nazis. U and Schon are searching for one of the smaller parties called "" there are probaly just seven guys, they visit sometimes some club or party but they meet another groups. And with them they beat people they want to etc. Thems leader s a nick-Ram