Pov. Plato
My car is parked in front of a house, where I hear carefree fun. There's no doubt there's some kind of party here. The music is so loud that it seems to Wake up all the neighbors. My assistant has long ago found the information about the father of this Stas, a banker who is currently on vacation in Europe. Therefore, his son has fun, and comes off to the fullest. I ring the doorbell and the music stops.
"Who's there?" Drunk voice, I don't like it anymore. I hear strange laughter, maybe they're hiding something.
"Remove the car away, I can't get through," I said, not wanting to give him a thrashing so early that he would try to open the door for me.
" This is not our foreign car."
And then I just can't stand it, shoot three times at the lock, and kick the door down. I walk i
