The guy who sold cigarettes to Virat and Anil turned the corner of the alley, hid in a corner, took of his clothes and wore them in reverse.
The olive green army cargo has become very commonplace black. The shirt which was flamboyant orange has become a nondescript gray. He retrieved a comb from his pocket, and re-brushed his hair, making a seven to three partition, a bit slightly messed up.
With that, the man turned from dangerous looking gangster to a common working man.
He walked over to the next alley, then met a gentleman in a car. The car belonged to Aman, Father of Akhil and Anil.
" Is it done ? " Aman asked the gangster.
" Yes, sir. " he answered.
