You are standing in the courtroom.. slightly beaten and lost.. What are you doing here? Good question. You don't know yourself. Just a couple of minutes ago you were sleeping in your soft bed, and now you are in front of the judge. Nevillet got up from his chair and frowned. «Do you want to say that it was not you who killed a man and robbed him? .. a pathetic excuse .. we found a weapon of murder in you ..»