- A-Alex? - Cathy said, almost whispering, in a complete shock. Her heart started racing when she looked at the gun.
- Oh, you remember me. - Said Alex. He was different from what Cathy remembered; pale, skinnier and his pupils were huge.
- Sir, put the gun down! - Said the security guard, from the other side of the safety doors, pointing his gun at him.
- Yeah, I don’t think so. - Said Kirst, still holding the gun against Cathy.
- Alex, what are you doing? - Cathy asked, shaking.
- Shut up! - He screamed. - I speak! You listen! You f*****g ruined my life, did you know that?
- What?
- My father cut off my funds. I was left with nothing! My life became a f*****g hell! And when I reacted, because, of course I reacted… I was forced to leave the country. All that because I tried to f***
