‘Drop the charges against Leo Golak’
‘Leo Golak is innocent’
‘Leo Golak does not do drugs and the guild knows it’
These were a few of the phrases that were written on placards by die-hard Leo Golak fans, staging a protest in front of the Swiss Hotel.
Ruger was taking a nap when someone knocked on his door urgently. The advanced-aged man fluttered his eyes open, wondering whether the knock that he heard was in his dream or in reality. The knock came in again, loud and fast. Ruger leapt up quickly and started to head towards the door, wondering who it was that wanted his attention as urgently as the person was knocking.
‘Blake?’ He muttered after he looked through the peephole to see Beanie Boulder’s sturdy assistant looking out for him desperately.
‘Coach Ru. I think you should come
