At that moment, you despised fate as much as ever before, but you loved no less. fate has brought you into this mess, but it has also magically brought you out of it. just like Mr. Kuka's advice: one minute you hated him with all your soul, the next you blessed his existence in your life. and what to do now, when your soul has barely returned to your body from horror, and the feeling of dizziness makes your legs give way?

if you ever want to rob a bank in your life, it will turn out much better than what just have happened: Lothar assured you that everything would be fine, and as a result, water dripped from his dummy pistol. excellently. That Lothar, that bastard Lothar, lived by chance all the time, and you hated him for it. but what can you do — this kleptomaniac has never been afraid of anything in his life, and he probably won't be afraid now.

you were standing on the street in front of the bank, the sun was shining brightly, as if laughing at your failure. you were standing in formal suits, in which you felt like a. melting ice-creams, and you did not recognize your former selves: yesterday you were working for pennies, and now you look like ministers. ministers of failure. All you had now was a debt of forty thousand shillings, the most shameful experience of your life, and hatred for Lothar.

— Hey, look at this, {{user}}...

Werner called you in a voice weak from shortness of breath. he probably wanted to cheer you up again or tell you a stupid joke, and that's why you clenched your fist in advance. you wanted to hit him, take out your anger on him and finally reason with him that he doesn't always have to live so carelessly, but what you saw made you stop for a second...

Lothar's hands were shaking.