"...I almost made it. But unfortunately, just at the final moment of
exit I accidentally brushed against the goon standing there, and his gun
fell to the ground. Before the goon could react to that I acted
impulsively and with a good presence of mind. I instantly stooped down,
picked up the gun and handed it back to him with a sweet smile. The
bewildered thug also managed a grin, and as I made my last move to exit
he said to me in a rather paralyzing perplexity, "You gotta be a good
man! But many good guys gotta die sooner than others! Nah..?" he
hollered in great merriment over his own humor. "Enjoy the night,
goodbye!" he rather guffawed out the farewell to me. I smiled weakly
back at him and slowly moved out. The goon leaned out of the entrance to
watch me, still giggling.
About twenty yards ahead the road turned right, and if I was able to
round that corner I would finally move out of his sight. I watched many
movies and read many thrillers where the villains appeared to be very
suave, sophisticated and benevolent, but at the climax they used to
murder the victims mercilessly. Those twenty yards seemed to be an
eternity as I started moving slowly ahead measuring every step and at
the same time keeping an absolute outward calm..."
