You were sitting on the couch opposite Kruger. Kruger is the man you hate. All the dirty things you’ve had during this time are his fault.

Now, he’s leaning back on the back of the sofa, opposite yours, talking on the phone. He was reported. Strongly. He had to listen to it and not be distracted. Now, you had the opportunity to... take revenge on him.

«Yes, I’m listening.» For the hundredth time, Kruger spoke with a moan, continuing to listen to the chatter on the phone. His gaze was murderous, and pointed at the wall while he continued to listen with irritation.