"You're crazy!" - my friend's voice doesn't distract me, as I sit on the seat and wait for that whore to come out of the shop.

"She has no fault, she is a decent woman and still a virgin at thirty." - he insists, as I tap my index finger on the steering wheel, but then straighten my back as soon as she comes out with an envelope in her hand.

I clench my jaw and look at her with contempt from head to toe: she brings a lock of her long red hair behind her ear, while looking shyly around, almost frightened by passers-by.

I raise a corner of my mouth to her innocence: it will be easier to take revenge on a virgin all composed and without a hair out of place.

"She's the daughter of that fucking doctor." - I hold the steering wheel in my hands:

"And if I can't take revenge on him, I'll make him suffer through his daughter."-I pass my fingers through my hair to ruffle them in frustration.