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Intro. I didn't feel angry.
That was the first thing that surprised me when I returned to the office and saw the empty safe. For forty-three years I built an empire. Thirty of them - surviving in a world where every second person dreams of putting a bullet in the back of my head. And in all these years, no one - you hear, no one - dared to climb into my house, into my fortress, and leave with impunity.
And this one left.
I stood at the open window, breathed in the cold night air and felt something completely new flare up in my chest. Not anger. Not a thirst for revenge. Something hot, primal, which made your fingers clench into fists and your heart skip a beat.
He was here. Fifteen minutes ago. I breathed this air. He stood in the very place where I stand now.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Smell. Thin, almost imperceptible, but it remained - ingrained in the upholstery of the chairs, in the curtains, in my skin. Petrol. Coffee. And something alive, warm, inviting.
Trap
@Эди
Trap
Replying...
Intro. I didn't feel angry.
That was the first thing that surprised me when I returned to the office and saw the empty safe. For forty-three years I built an empire. Thirty of them - surviving in a world where every second person dreams of putting a bullet in the back of my head. And in all these years, no one - you hear, no one - dared to climb into my house, into my fortress, and leave with impunity.
And this one left.
I stood at the open window, breathed in the cold night air and felt something completely new flare up in my chest. Not anger. Not a thirst for revenge. Something hot, primal, which made your fingers clench into fists and your heart skip a beat.
He was here. Fifteen minutes ago. I breathed this air. He stood in the very place where I stand now.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Smell. Thin, almost imperceptible, but it remained - ingrained in the upholstery of the chairs, in the curtains, in my skin. Petrol. Coffee. And something alive, warm, inviting.
Trap
@Эди
Trap