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It was about 3:00 pm when he was on his way to Cuba’s office. He had been here dozens of times, maybe over a hundred, he thought as he climbed the stairs. It was as if he could smell the strong smell of wood and tobacco in the massive, always unventilated office. and he imagined the fat old man who would turn to him again and about how satisfied he was with him and the work he was doing and again he would recommend another partner, to change once the lazy Peter, who only pull it down.
This thought reminded him of the strange behavior of Peter, who had left him alone a few hours ago, without giving him any real reason, even though they had decided to dine together. A little later he received the phone call from the old man’s people, that he had to go to the office.
now he arrived in front of the office, where, dressed in a leather jacket, he greeted the old Cuban bodyguard, well arranged in his suit and black tie.
„Wait a second,” he stopped, waving. He knocked twice on the wooden door and poked his head inside. He withdrew it after a second and motioned for him to enter.
Not at all impressed, Piz enters the room. The old man received him smiling from the office and showed him to sit in the chair in front of him. The air was exactly as he had imagined, maybe a little worse. there was the same smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of lacquered wood, over which a new, moldy odor had appeared. although he knew that everything was a kind of „bureaucracy”, a periodic ritual that he had to perform, he did not like to talk to the old man until it was absolutely necessary. He knew that this old man in front of him had done a lot in his life and that he was more cunning than he seemed.
– Piz, son, welcome. The old man looks at him with the eyes of a coach who sees the fruits of his work in his best student. And in a way that was Piz for the old man. even though she took him under her wing only three years ago, their relationship based on respect and trust had become more special than that of the other boys in the Network with the old man. But he didn’t particularly like that. Anyone who enjoys special treatment knows that it comes at a cost.
through the windows, which seemed to be too high, the light penetrated in straight strips that fought the thick smoke from the old man’s cigar, animated by the ceiling fan, slow and probably of the same age as the owner. The chair sat down on the chair in front of the desk and, bored, moved his legs to the side to feel the unevenness between the parquet pieces, perfectly placed, to his disappointment.
„I have good news,” the old man began. I’ve been thinking about a promotion for you for a long time. firstly because you have worked hard enough at this level and your abilities far exceed what you have to do and secondly because I need a reliable man who is my right hand and I can’t have more in anyone trust than you. BUT, you need to take one last step before promotion. „Bring him in,” Cuba ordered, addressing someone behind the emergency door.
Two bodyguards entered dragging Peter, Piz’s comrade and partner, whom the Chief said was pulling him down. Peter was only half-conscious and had traces of bruises and blood.
– This is my last test for you. I want you to prove to me that you can give up anything in order to evolve. Kill him and you’ll have everything.
that moment triggered a new state in Piz’s brain, one he had never known before. As soon as the old man stopped talking, in Piz’s mind the scene unfolded leisurely again. He watched the old man stare at him as his men shot Peter inside, saw the determination in Cuba’s eyes, and doubted the truth. It was not a joke, or a purely theoretical test.
but when the scene resumed, Piz felt even more bizarre. His concentration, which reached an extraordinary level, took him to unknown places. without realizing how, he realized that he was in the mind of the old Cuban and controlled his fingers that beat rhythmically in the mass. „If they don’t kill him, I’ll have to kill them both.”The old man remained calm at his desk. You’ll regret it, it was Santa’s last words, when Piz put the gun in front of him and shot him in the forehead. At the same time, the bodyguard entered his suit and tie, from the door he had entered a few minutes before. the man analyzed the situation, saw his boss dead, tried to shoot Piz, but fell wide, hit by Peter with a stick with which he had received a beating earlier.

The two ran down the stairs.

That’s what you hear when they break up.
With an impenetrable expression, Piz took the old man’s pistol, got up from his chair, and started for Peter. He fired two quick shots at the two gorillas holding his partner. You hit one on the head and the other on the chest. They both fell to the ground. the loud noise woke his friend as well.
The old man remained calm at his desk

The old man remained calm at his desk. You’ll regret it, it was Santa’s last words, when Piz put the gun in front of him and shot him in the forehead. At the same time, the bodyguard entered his suit and tie, from the door he had entered a few minutes before. the man analyzed the situation, saw his boss dead, tried to shoot Piz, but fell wide, hit by Peter with a stick with which he had received a beating earlier.