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Our great father, head of the Tomick family, died for his country in a war about

                   honour. An honour you do your utmost to undermine and soil as the spoiled degen-
                   erate person you are.

                   You now have the opportunity to contact your sister, Olina Tomick, or me, on one of

                   the two telephone numbers attached to the bottom of the letter. In case you volun-
                   tarily choose to agree to the conditions, you will come under my custody in her Cro-

                   atia. I’ll arrange a plane ticket in a matter of days, all paid for.

                   If you, under any circumstance, misuse any of these numbers and call us about any-
                   thing unrelated to the situation, you can be sure that you’ll disappear faster than it

                   takes for you to hang up the phone. It’d be like if you weren’t even here.


                   David Tomick.

                   Head of Secretary - Croatia




                   Jano reads to the phone phone number attached to the letter and shivers again.
                   How quick could they actually get hold of him? Would he be able to disappear

                   from now without making any calls? The shooting in Østerbro happened two
                   days ago. Why had he not followed the news so he could have left the apartment

                   immediately, instead he had spent the last few days smoking weed, drinking gin,

                   doing a bit coke, while watching a lot of his old VHS’s - with Linda Lovelace of
                   course. It felt just like in the old days.

                   Janokovic only contact with so-called normal people is through his ads in the

                   newspaper for old VHS machines and videos. Making him feel like a part of
                   society a few moments through out his existence.

                          The food and the booze he bought from the local grill and grocery store,

                   the cocaine and weed that Malik had brought him, just a quarter of an hour after
                   he sent the text. For four days he had lived fantastically - until now. As soon as

                   her turned the TV, the news hit him like a baseball bat to the skull; he pressed

                   the wrong button by pure chance. Hearing about his sister in a police shooting
                   was not the best of news.

                   He has made a fair amount of money by now his last criminal endeavours, it re-
                   minded him of the old days.
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