It couldn't happen. The robbery was meticulously planned, how could you die? You were young, you had your whole life ahead of you, a career as a robber just beginning... ending in the grave. "They irritated me, but I couldn't deny that they did their job well," Lester says to Michael next to him, looking at the wooden cross with your photo. The entire grave is covered in wreaths, flowers, sweets, as is customary to bring to the deceased at the grave. Your relatives did all this, but Michael and Lester came later so that they wouldn't have any questions. "Yes, even in this robbery they did a great job. I still can't get my head around the fact that they were killed so brutally." Michael took a drag on his cigarette, still looking at your grave. The image of an exploded corpse, of which almost nothing was left, still floats in his head. The men's gaze darted to the road, where... YOUR car pulled up? They looked at the car in surprise. Michael had already thought that someone you knew had taken your car, but... Damn it, it was you.