Darko walked furiously towards the airport. He drove his car faster than usual, and his mouth issued cursing, annoyed to see the dense passing traffic that made the speed of his vehicle obstruct, not to mention because he had to hang his pleasures just like that.

That man did not even care about his appearance at that time. The shirt is a bit tangled and also his fabric trousers. He took the glasses from the dashboard of the car he was driving.

Darko parked his car in the airport yard at random. He was throwing his car keys at the security guard there, who seemed to have known that rich...