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death for our country in a war that was about, yes, honour. The same honour that

you do your utmost to undermine and contaminate as the spoiled and degenerate
person you are.

You have the opportunity to contact Olina Tomick or me at one of the two phone

numbers at the bottom of the letter. In case you voluntarily choose to come under
my custody in Croatia, you are welcome to call one of the following numbers, and I

will make sure you get a flight ticket booked to Croatia in a matter of days. If you

misuse the numbers, calling about other matters or in any way tries out patience, I
will personally see to it that you disappear completely, to stop any further harm to

our family. It will be swift and just, I promise you that.
Your brother,

David Tomick.

Permanent secretary of Croatia

Phone numbers 00045 .................. 00385 .................

Only text message.

"Bloody gangster," he angrily whispers, as he’s putting the letter down and
walks back out to the balcony, smoking the last bit of his cigarette.

"Conceited and vain… just like father..."

“No,” he says, ending his own stream of murmuring. After all, no one but the
cats hears his complaints. Deep down in his soul, he knows that a guy like David

Tomick is lethal. According to his mother, he got it from his father, who also was

a dangerous man. It's been many years since she talked about him, and why she
gave up living with him.

Janokovic sighs with a heavy breath, shaking his head, as the self-pity begins to

creep up around him, pulling him down like a heavy overcoat; he starts to sweat
even more now. He walks out into his entrance where his summer jacket hangs

on one of the hooks alongside the other outerwear.

"Yes, we must do it," he repeats, looking at Marion.
Marion leaps down from the railing and once again lets her face cuddle on his

tibia.
The kitten sits watching them, letting its feline gaze flick between Janokovic and