"I don't understand why you don't take us with you either," sitting on the stairs of their house, Axel carves something like a spear out of wood. His woodcarving is soothing, especially when he has a question. He can spend hours, if time permits, doing it. Do checks the weapons, gives instructions to the guys, and prepares to drive off on the boss's orders.
"You would insist; you never know what Chan says. We would have backed you up," Axel continues.
"There is an agreement. Everything is under control. We will just pick up the goods, pay, and leave, so you better stay in A-Card," says Do and pulls on a bulletproof vest.
"Be careful, father," Axel tosses the piece of wood aside and stands up to help fasten the man vest.
"I'll be there for dinner," Do winks and gets behind the wheel
