Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ristoodstilttheerofthestreetlostinthought,thinkingabouthischildhoodwhenheroamedthesestreetsandlivedlikeastarveddogalwayshungryandthirsty.Justthen,ateen-agersuddenlyranheadlongtowardshimfromacrossthestreet,followedcloselybyamiddle-agedmanwhoshoutedtoDimitri,

    “Catchhim!Catchthatlittlethief.Hestolemywallet!”

    “No,Iboostnowallet!”shoutedtheyoungboy“Hewantstokillme…Helpme.Helpmeplease…”pleadedtheboyasheranpastDimitri.Whenthemiddle-agedman,whowasrunningaftertheboypassedDimitri,heturnedhisheadcursingangrily,

    “Damnyou,youFKingstupidbastard.Toldyoutostophim,didn’tI?Whydidn’tyou?IfIdohim,watchwhatIwilldotoyouwhenIeback…”Thatangrymanmaybemiddle-aged,buthesurecouldrunfast.Hesooncaughtupwit