Rimanoa

A master with greedy hands

Aug. 21, 11:06 a.m.

Strangely enough, what I was looking for was actually right under my nose, that is, in the city of Hamburg, Fridrihstrasse 17, square 243.

I made one short and one long ring at the door. After a minute, the door was opened by a swarthy old man with a nasty look (obviously Turkish): "What do you want?"

"I'm on the record," I replied and nodded toward the briefcase in my left hand (50 million (in jewelry, since in bills it would be several containers; I had to explain this to the "salesman" who spent a full ten minutes "chiming in" on the fact that he had seen such sums and even more transported in small light-colored aluminum suitcases in movies) from a Swiss bank from my now 116-million-dollar account).

"Okay, come on in."

He walked me down a hallway shared with the neighboring apartment to his front door, stopped me at the threshold and said, "Everything in place?"

Before I could make a sound, the door swung open, and the big Rottweiler behind it growled at me like a madman.

"Don't worry, he doesn't bite… So, what about payment?"

"It's all right. Let's go in and make sure, but in the meantime, put the dog away…" "He doesn't bite…"

"I said put the dog away."

"The Professor" took the dog by the collar and led him away, and I weaved in…

"Here's everything-" I opened the case on the table. — It's your turn. Where's the medicine?"

"Oooooh… No way…" "Where's the cure?"

"The Professor" took out some glass from behind his sinus and held it up, "Give me the diplomat or I'll break it!"

I closed the case and threw it to the floor, "Don't be fooled Professor, let's do this the easy way…"

The one in turn tossed the vial over to me and began examining the pile of jewelry. "Where do you need to put it in?"

"Intravenously… By the way, you're not leaving yet… You only have one part of the medicine in your hands, capable of only suspending the tumor, but if you don't take the second… This one! — he grabbed the second vial. — The disease will worsen, and the patient will be dead in a few days. So bring more of this."

"Let's not complicate things. Just think about it, where do you need this much?" "Science is priceless…"

I took out a Beretta 93R (actually the same as 92F, but with automatic firing mode, which, by the way, was on) with a 20-round clip and a big silencer screwed on the muzzle, after which it was impossible to hear anything at all, pulled the trigger and continued: "Anyway, if you don't want to do it the hard way, you can do it the hard way (if he demands money for the second time, it's not certain that he won't demand it for the third time, and so you can go on and on)".

"Suit yourself…" — The asshole threw the glass on the floor, and I fired wildly at the white coat. A black dog jumped out from around the corner and ran in my direction. Bullets kept whistling here and there….