I told Marcus to drive himself, he wasn't fit, with this drunkenness on top he couldn't even hold the car keys, he could hardly stay on his feet. Seeing me stumble, Sengei helped me get inside the sports car.

Throughout the journey, the matter of Stone and Garcia rolled in my head. They were already in jail, there they would spend a few years paying for all the damage they did to us. I think the judge's decision was the best; but the commotion still did not stop, so after labeling it too much, I decided that giving an interview on television would appease the tornado of false accusations, inventions; I was prepared to open up to others, I would tell what was necessary, the absolute truth, even if a missile turned out to be the cost of sincerity.

"Sir, are you sure you can get to your flat without any problem?" Romanov asked from behind the wheel.

I nodded.

We were already in my underground parking lot. I would only have to enter the elevator that would take me directly to my floor, I