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He had felt pain before. Was almost beaten to dead before. Maybe because his life had not brought him to the best places in the world; and maybe because his friends were not the best friends you could wish for. This time everything was worse. Ken Lazaro tried to sit up. He bit on his lip as if it would make the pain more bearable. Only then he noticed the man sitting on a chair next to his bed. “What the hell?” he shouted.
“Mind your words Lazaro,” said Ibrahim Yavuzyitoglu. “Muslims care about the afterlife very much.”
“How did you get in?”
“The regular way,” Abe grinned. “I used the front door of the hospital, unlike you.”
Lazaro looked around. “This doesn’t look like a hospital. Where am I? Where did you take me?”
“You mean officially?” said Abe. “Officially you’re dead.”
Laza
