"Okay sir," Sergio replied.

　　"Do you still have your gun with you?" Dylan asked.

　　"Yes."

　　Dylan walked towards the big appartment,like a drunk guy,drinking cachassa from time to time and singing.

　　He then stood there,looking upstairs.

　　"Zayaaaaaaaa! Zayaaaaaaa! My love,i'm here for youuuuuuu! Come,let's get away...from here! I won't let you down Zaya..not now..you're ...you're (fake-weeping) I love you so much...i can't live without you! Zaya! Talk to me! " (He was someone looking thought the curtain).He suddenly felt a cold object on the back of his head. He turned arpubd to face his opponent.A tall,bearded man looked at him with anger,with his gun pressed against Dylan's head. Dylan put...