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He turns off the light in his flat, gets ready, and with a quick jolt he opens the

front door, places the key under the doormat, and the second after almost
throws himself down the stairs, running full speed. He has a big lump in his

throat, that makes him gasp for air. The tremors in his body has returned.

“Damn,"
With the last remnant of strength, solely by willpower, he controls the shakes as

walking down the road. First he passes along the residential blocks, then out on

the path which leads to the open road near the market square. After a couple of
small lanes, he ends up at the train station. There isn’t much traffic on the roads,

which he likes. Everything is very quiet. Almost too quiet, he feels. He picks up
the pace and runs down to where the trains stop on the platform. The wind is

howling and the snowfall continues with great intensity; it’s thick and dense. His

shoes sinks down into the soft snow, making his feet wet. If someone came from
behind, he’d have a hard time running away. A quick peep at the phone. A

message has appeared from an unknown number. The snow tries to cover the

display. He doesn’t dare to open it. In a little while he will be safe, he assures
himself. When the train arrives he’ll hurry in, sit in a corner, making himself

invisible.
Suddenly a figure steps out of the shadow in the platform. It is too late to

turn around, the man comes closer. Janokovic stands completely still, not making

a move. He surrenders. By now he knows it is over. They got him. Is the what the
end for him looks like? Shot in the cold, freezing weather, alone. He sobs, loudly.

He falls to the ground, curls up, as the man moves forward towards him. Now it

happens, knife, bullet, metal against skin. An involuntary roar escapes his mouth.
“Ahh, no. I didn’t do it. I’m not a part of this.”

The man is now right next to him.

“Hello? Is everything okay?” the man says broken Danish.
“Help,” answers Janokovic.

"Should I call for an ambulance?”

Janokovic curls up with his head between his hands.
“Hey, are you okay?" says the man as he shakes him gently in the arm, re-

peating over and over again if he should call an ambulance.
“No, don’t bother. I just have something with my heart.”