– Nothing, then the light went out, and then everything cleared up.
– Marvelous. So does this mean we have passed death?
– One hundred percent.
– Lucky ones. I think this is a sign! – A sign? Which one?
– Today I was in such a decline that life was not nice to me. And now, having almost lost her, I understand that no guys in the world can deprive me of my thirst for life.
– So that's what it's all about! Love story. “Larsen’s face changed; he peered into Glenda’s brown eyes to see in them the answer to his silent question. “Are you still in love with that bastard who made you think about death?”
– You're right, but it's over. My life begins again. – she tore out the previously covered sheet of notebook and, without any regret, crumbled it into small pieces.
– If you drive along Vesterbrogade, you will see a small street called Helgolandskeid, where a nice two-story apartment with a private entrance from the street is for sale. I know the owner, I can tell you his number.
Glenda was a little taken aback by such a sudden transition back to the topic of her migration. This man is interested in her, one hundred percent. How else can you explain all this?
– Certainly! I would be grateful. – Glenda suddenly pulled herself up for her naivety and stupidity. What if he specifically sells her a house, which he will visit without invitation and rape her. – Are you by any chance a maniac?
A roar of laughter shook all of Mr. Larsen's muscles. He couldn’t stop for a long time, and people from the neighboring seats began to turn to look at him. It was so strange for her, Glenda, to feel alarmed and safe at the same time.
“He seems very social, but these are the people who end up in the dock as the most dangerous criminals. And also this look, cold and with a grin, saying, “I’m still smarter and stronger than you, stupid. I am a wolf, and you are a sheep. You can't figure me out." Although, he looks more like a cop than a killer. OK. Let him give me the number. At least I can look at this house, and I don’t necessarily like it.”
Kastrup greeted passengers with European style and long, exhausting corridors.
Luckily, Glenda was flying business class and she and her new acquaintance were taken in a minivan straight to the luggage compartment.