More silver notches for me." A twisted smile appeared under his white ski mask. The little craft skimmed the surface of the snow as he reached seventy...miles an hour. Vlad quickly closed the glimmering white gap between him and the retreating SRT-8."You fucking prick! Get your ass back here and get back in position," Max shouted into his microphone. Everyone but Vlad had reluctantly broken off the chase and returned to their assigned positions. Max knew they were pissed at him for breaking off. Me: okay, thank you, ma’am.Day 2:Next day I arrived on time. She was a little late, and I waited outside. She came I hurry, shouting at the driver to get the cab ready. She had an urgent meeting to attend. She saw me at the door waiting for her and said “Today I have a meeting, so you are alone here. As you have not been given any kit just try to arrange my files on the desk. That’s your work for today.She opened the door, let me come in and left. I arranged everything on the table and still. The Ayatollah Makhtol gave him his blessing and began to talk with his old student. "You had said at one time that you would be willing to achieve martyrdom if it would further Allah's cause. Is that not correct?" Yes, Imam, I did say that, and I repeat that vow to you right now. If it would serve Allah's purpose for me to become a martyr in his name, I would gladly do it." You have learned your lessons well, my son. You are going to have the most important role in the furtherance of the holy. Man entliebt sich, verliert sich aus den Augen, vergisst sich. Manche jedoch hinterlassen Spuren. Seltsame, eigenartige Erinnerungen tauchen auf. Und einer von diesen Menschen ist Tia, meine Jugendliebe. Wir blieben vier Jahre zusammen, die letzten zwei Schuljahre, die ersten zwei Erwachsenenjahre, bevor wir uns trennten. Eigentlich trennte ich mich. Sie war eine Droge gewesen, unwiderstehlich, hatte mich permanent geil gehalten, nie in Ruhe gelassen. Ich konnte neben ihr nicht lesen, mich.