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As you know, not all people in the world are the same.

Not only about appearance or physical characteristics, even by the impression they leave behind.

The person to whom I dedicate a separate book in this series is indeed a very special person.

Yes, he is very good-looking, but that's not the main thing.

Talking to him, his voice, his smile...

it's like sunlight is coming out of this guy's soul.

This man became a real inspiration for me, and I decided to write a book in his honor.

I would really like to see a film based on this book in the future, which would help to be more famous for this sign of sympathy for this incredible guy.

Nikolai Leon, you are the real radiance of the sun in the flesh.

Always stay that way.

A guy shining like the sun is a symbol of hope, love and kindness. He's the one who makes the world a better place just by being himself.

Have fun reading!

With respect,

Author

***

I constantly dream about the last day at home.

I remember how we flew away and I remember how the Sapphire cracked in two...

I've been pretending for years that I don't remember anything.

But I will always be myself.

I am Dariusz Kaminski, this is my diary, in which I describe the story of my life ...

***

My childhood is preserved in my memory clearly, like a video recording.

I have a constant reminder of my childhood around my neck - a medallion that my father gave me. In the photo in the medallion, I, our mother Magdalena, our dad Radoslav and my older brother Cornelius.

Cornelius... He has always been an example to everyone, despite the fact that he is an unimportant pilot.

I've always dreamed of being at least a little like him.

But I don't know how much I look like him... There is definitely no soul...

Cornelius was (or is) just a golden man.

When the strange star connected with my brother, he changed a lot.

But my father and I love him anyway...

and who am I now?

I am a Ghost, one of the best single killers, maybe even I am the best thief of life.

And now I'm just hunting for another one.

The hot Italian sun burns my back, and the rifle is already warm in my hands.

Twenty... Nineteen... I don't want to wait the rest of the time.

I pull the trigger and immediately run.

It feels like I'm running through a hot frying pan right now.

No one saw that I was here-that's why I earned this strange nickname Ghost.

I jump down to the ground in the doorway.

The impact of gravity passes through my body.

I close my eyes.

A little later, I go into a bar and just get godlessly drunk.

I never count the glasses of absinthe that I put in my mouth. I hate myself with a very small part of my soul...

When I receive a text message from someone who has been my boss for many years, I send a short reply: "The job is done.

" ***

I am the best of all, for which I do not stop hating myself.

— Hi, are you new to the city? I haven't seen you before.— at the bar, a girl sits down next to me.

— Trust me, I'm just passing through here.—I say.— And I don't intend to meet anyone here...—

Gravity fails me - getting up from behind the bar, I fall to the floor.

Blood is pouring down my split lower lip, and I can feel my lower lip throbbing.

— Let me help you...— This girl speaks in a calm voice.

— Why do you need this?— I do not even know how much alcohol I have in me and where I am now...

I learned Italian a couple of days ago and it's strange how I remember it now...

Maybe I lost consciousness when we were driving to the hotel...

I always write down the place where I live... I don't remember if I wrote it down this time...

— You're not just what people think about you...—I hear and feel a light kiss on the back of my head.— Think about the fact that you are not just a ghost...—

I feel the touch of my hair.

— How do you know me?— I hardly found the strength to ask this.

It was as if I was immersed in hypnosis, I feel my eyes closing, and then darkness ...

***

Morning greets me with a severe headache.

Damn it, how long have I slept?

I look at myself in the mirror.

— What's wrong with you? Why did you become like this?—I say to myself in the mirror.— You need to pull yourself together...—

I almost fell asleep while combing my hair.

Opening the locket, I looked at the photos of my family.

I do not know how long it will take, but I have to get out of here...

When I go outside, the Italian sun blinds me for a while.

Who was this girl? And why did she bring me to the hotel?

Walking around the city didn't really clear my brain, I'm trying very hard to distract myself, trying to imagine that I'm...

Normal?

Now, when I walk between houses, something happens that makes my mind clear. my mind clear.

A melody on the piano, chords that somehow resemble the wind... Rain...

I know this music! It's a lullaby that Mom played to us...

The forces appear from somewhere in such an exhausted state. Perhaps hope gives you strength when there is nothing else...

I wanted to call my brother and keep calling him so loudly until my voice disappears completely...

No! It's gone quiet... The music has stopped!

I didn't have time to figure out where she was coming from...

My breath is rolling heavily in my chest.

If it was Cornelius...

I've only been here half a day-with my job, I'm not a fan of sightseeing.

I almost fall asleep on the plane again, but he's already here...

— Hi, Dariusz...— when he calls me by name, a wave of disgust and anger passes through my body.

So, keep it to yourself, Dariusz...

***

With the help of a strange device that one of his henchmen assembled, Mariusz erased my memory.

More precisely, he tried to do it...

But how can a man so dry know that the family is not in the head, but in the heart...

And these memories cannot even be burned out by fire... Even fire cannot cope with this...

— You should sleep more, lack of sleep is bad for your health. You'll have to come with me to the party. There will be only ours there, so the mask and wig that are in your bag will be useful to you. Just don't talk to anyone...—

I nod, not listening anymore.

His parties are the real slave trade.

Mariusz and his bastards brag about their acquisitions. Those who want to buy out hired killers like me from others...

It's a huge slave market!

When I get home, I fall on the bed.

According to the ticket, I still have time to sleep...