I felt a heavy blow on the back of my head, and two arms pushing me around. As a door closed behind me, I lost conciousness. At dawn, the shy little sunrays woke me. Here I am, lying in an unknown room, hancuffed. Someone is coming here, for I hear people getting closer. Because the lights stunned me, I didn’t recognize him at first, but then I realized who was I dealing with. Dmitry Sergéevich Sokolov, a dreaded gangster from this side of LA. I had never asked him for a favour before, so I asked him -Why am I tied up in here?-. He told me -You are here, Michael, because I know your secret. I know you have been sharing intel with the politsiya.That really annoys me...- -Sorry, but I am not Michael. My name is Jack!- -Don’t lie to me!-
Actually, I don’t know any Michael...
To be continued...
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