Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

“We’ll get through even this,” Marta finally uttered.

Falling into a deep sleep, Torne caught one small thought by the tail, that had settled in him recently: he would never be able to “zero” anyone, even for the sake of Marta. And that thought in a strange way granted him peace.

February 2042

THE DEVICE

Maximilian jumped over the four steps of the porch and ended up in front of the door of his brother’s building. Gregor had been living there from the time he began his dark deeds. Max was 14, and everything that his older brother had achieved in his 25 years stirred up envy in the younger. As they had prearranged, instead of pressing the doorbell, Maximilian would knock three times. At first he could hear the barking of the Staffordshire terrier Cerberus. Then Gregor opened up the door, with the habit of looking his younger brother over sardonically and wagging his bushy head of dreadlocks from side to side. “Hi there, Bullshit, come in,” this standard greeting always stirred Max’s fighting spirit – it was as though he had wound up in his baby bed with his pants full and fearful

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