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"Yes, okay. There will be a cab at the address in ten minutes approximately,"
The taxi lady says, ending the conversation.

About five minutes later, a black cab has already arrived, and is parked in front

of his house, with one wheel on the curb. An elderly cab driver gets out of the car.
He is dark-skinned with thick, friendly face, that’s almost hidden under a long

and grey beard, and on his head, he wears the traditional scarf of the Sikh, the

one with a small knot on top, forming a hat.
Janokovic rushes out the door, runs down the small garden path and jumps into

the taxi in the back seat, as the driver is holding the door open for him.
"Where are we going to, my friend?" The question comes as soon as Jano closed

the door and him starting the car.

"Ashley Road number 5," Janokovic answers impatiently.

They drive slowly through the dull Sunday town, and in about ten minutes they

arrive to where Eik lives, the park in front of the townhouse.
Eik and Matt are already waiting outside as the taxi approaches.

"Do you want that in the back of the car?" The driver points to the big backpack
Eik is holding in his hand, and then points the sports-bag Matt has between his

legs.

"No, no, we can easily have them here. It’s no bother, mate,” says Eik.
Janokovic quickly opens the door and they jump into the backseat where he is.

"Now, we just gotta go to the station," Janokovic tells the driver.

"Exactly," says Matt.
"Yeah, nice one, Jano" Eik chimes in.

"Shh," Janokovic whispers, nodding and making a discreet hand gesture, to to

signal that they shouldn’t talk more, while they are in the cab.
Shortly thereafter, the taxi stops in front of Brighton Central Station.

"That'll be 3 pounds and 2 cents."

“Cheers, mate. Thanks for the trip. I've added a little extra to you, ”says
Janokovic.

"Oh, thank you very much, sir." The driver gets out of the car and proceeds to
give Jano and his mates the hand.