"Ah, you’re advising me to stay calm because they are harmless?" asked the Director in an indulgent tone, and the bald man nodded timidly.
"Maybe you're right, forget it," he replied, looking at them with a benevolent expression, and the two began to relax. But with a sudden gesture, the Director grabbed the silver paper opener and planted it in the back of the bald man's left hand, which was resting on the desk.
"Ugly dickhead!" he hissed in his ear. "You are not here to give me advice, but to do what I order. I will not give you another chance, you have twenty-four hours to bring me the heads of those two! Otherwise someone else will bring me theirs and yours."
"But how can we? We don't know anything about them, we don't even know where to start," the bearded man whined.
"This is not
