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LENA.

I went with the policemen, unaware of what was going on. When we arrived, they took me to the interrogation room. There was a man in the room and next to him was a woman, almost wailing. She looked sad and her arms were folded over her chest.

Her face looked familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Moreover, I was here for something more important. What the hell was going on?

“Do you know this man, Lena?” The police man who took me here asked.

I stared at the man, his face looked doomed. As if he already knew his fate and was in fact unredeemable. I shook my head. I had never seen him.

“This is the man who hired an assassin to get you killed.”

“Please stop, my husband would never do such a thing!” The woman cried, and she wiped her tears again.

I turned to the police man.

“What are you saying?” I asked, exhausted at this time. I just want to be back in my home, prepare dinner before my kids get back from their nanny’s place.

He was a black police officer and he looked
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Marija Pavlović
I think that Alexander is still alive. It would be stupid if he is not.
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