Tony opened the box, removed one of the phones and gave it a deep look. Z- Series. He could not deny the peculiarity of the shape, and glass it was made up of. He had never seen any phone as beautiful as this.
He glanced round, making sure he was alone in the room, he put it in his pocket and covered the empty pack. He put the empty pack under the phones and closed the box.
He carried it, lit a stick of cigarette and went out of the room. He was tall, broad shouldered with a thick short neck which carried his round clean shaven head. His eyebrows were bushy and curved. His nose was thick, flat but bulbous at the end.
The cigarette was stuck between his wide. Thick and dark lips as he inhaled smoke and walked quickly.
“Forty-nine.” Tony said as he entered another room. There were
