...Knock-knock!
Someone's at the door. The memories of tzhe good old days were spinning in his head while he opened the door and saw two rather angry policemen staring at him.
Wondered why, then he slowly realized that something bad should have happened that day, but he couldn't really see what is the point.
The policemen in fact has been running after him all the way, jumping after him from tram to bus, and running across thousand streets trying to catch him and get the data. All they wanted is to finish for today, get this guy in prison, writing reports, and go home, to watch NFL. Now this guy stands here with the face that they'd probably like to smash like a pie, seem to fail to understand the meaning of their presence.
He asked...
