After preparing breakfast, Johan placed breakfast on the table, pulled up a chair in front of him, and sat down.
And he picked up the remote from the table and set up the news channel and got busy having breakfast.
After breakfast Johan went to his balcony and stood up. The cold wind was hitting his being.
His brown hair was slowly hitting his forehead.
He was moving his tongue to his lips. He was absorbing the beauty of the weather.
He has been obsessed with the weather from the beginning. Light drizzle was falling.
Johan took a deep breath and turned back inside and headed for his bedroom. Entering the bedroom, he went to the table next to the bed. He opened the drawer, took out his revolver, put it in his belt, picked up the cell phone and car key on the table, and picked up his coat from the stand in front of him.
