Freedom and Clown
Éditeur: TheSloth
It was about the sunrise. Victor was hugging his wife, enjoying his sweet dream in a holiday hotel in the suburbs. It was then when he was awoken by a call.
A call from the police station.
He was on vacation when he received the call, so he had to end his vacation early. Now, he was rushing to the Tretyakov Gallery at the center of the city.
"Coffee or milk?"
When Victor's assistant got off the car, he trotted over with two cups of drink. However, Victor signalled to decline his offer and went straight across the crowd to the cordon.
The young sheriff, Yelgo, shrugged as usual and casually opened a bottle of milk and drank it up. After a quick burp, he took another sip of coffee and followed him.
'It isn't wise to waste food, so I'd better drink it myself.'