| Понедельник | 10:00 - 18:00 |
| Вторник | 10:00 - 18:00 |
| Среда | 10:00 - 18:00 |
| Четверг | 10:00 - 18:00 |
| Пятница | 10:00 - 18:00 |
| Суббота | ВЫХОДНОЙ |
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The prison gates creaked shut behind them. But for the first time, no one was trying to open them.
Dominic Purcell squinted against the Moroccan sun. It wasn't the scorching heat of Lincoln Burrows' many close calls, but the quieter, heavier heat of a man who’d spent years playing a bulldog and was now tired of the bite. He was here for Wentworth.
"This place was never real," Wentworth continued. "But the people we had to become to survive it? That was real. And we can't break out of that."
Amaury broke the silence. "You think we saved each other? Or just got lucky with good writers?"
The prison gates creaked shut behind them. But for the first time, no one was trying to open them.
Dominic Purcell squinted against the Moroccan sun. It wasn't the scorching heat of Lincoln Burrows' many close calls, but the quieter, heavier heat of a man who’d spent years playing a bulldog and was now tired of the bite. He was here for Wentworth.
"This place was never real," Wentworth continued. "But the people we had to become to survive it? That was real. And we can't break out of that."
Amaury broke the silence. "You think we saved each other? Or just got lucky with good writers?"