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house where there are children's birthday is. The music, the child voices, the

cheers. Emil’s birthday is still going on, and he, once again, is overwhelmed by a
feeling of emptiness and sadness.

Chapter 14

JANOKOVIC FLEES

LATE EVENING, FEBRUARY 26, 2018
Like a well-aimed fist in a boxing match, the news hits him.

VIOLENT POLICE SHOOTING IN COPENHAGEN:

ONE KILLED, ANOTHER HEAVILY INJURED.
Will they come roaring in blasting or lurking in the hallway, waiting for him to

take a peep, and as soon as he opens the door, murder him. Or maybe they’ll just
shoot up the place from the outside with M4 machine guns? They are proably al-

ready lined up in the flat opposite him, ready to engage, with night-vision goggles

to blast through the kitchen windows, or the living room windows, or when he’s
on the balcony? No! They are going to poison him, and maybe he has already in-

gested the poison. He stomachs feels weird. Janokovic falls down on the carpet.

He feels like puking, everything is spinning around. He stays on the floor for a
little while, waiting to regain power. His resistance to his body is futile, and he

moves swiftly down the hall to the toilet and pushes lid up, before emptying his

stomach in toilet bowl. He rests his head a bit. There’s stench of piss, old poo and
now vomit. The toilet bowl hasn’t been cleaned for ages.

“Help…” he utters out, knowing very well that there is no one there to

hear him. Still can’t help to say the the word. Gasping for air, he mumbles. "Fuck,
shit…" He starts to sweat and shake. “Oh, how stupid am I.”