‘So this is indeed my target.’
‘What exactly?’
‘Yes there . . .a bitter r****h. The bitter r****h is my aim.’
‘It means you simply decided to annoy me strongly? Drive me to psychosis? Enough, enough . . .’
‘I decided to prove to you, that you should answer for your words. That for any crime there follows a payment.’
‘Oh there is already a crime! How you throw about words!’
‘No my dear. I’m not the one throwing words. You’re the one who throws around words. You’re flinging your lies and you sit hiding in your own nice s**t and you believe that it’s not possible to find you. That everything comes out of your hands. You didn’t think of anything, apart for your personal whims, not about anything other than yourself. You only thought about how to present yourselves as heroes. So it turned
