I don’t remember how I ran to the apartment, I only remember that I was glad that I was alone in the elevator, otherwise the neighbors would have heard how hard my heart was pounding in my chest.

Lord, will this day ever end?

What was it now? How does he know my address? It was hard to believe that Uritsky was following me. Unless to puncture the tires of my car, but if he had such a desire, the matter never came to fruition. I would rather believe that one of his many passions lives in this house and he just saw me by chance. And Max? I thought...