I lay in my bed only in my underwear. I blinked because the light from the nearest window interrupted my sleep. I stretched out my bed and my crumpled pillow. I haven't slept that well for a long time.

I turned around lying down and looked at the digital clock at my bedside table beside the bed. It was 6:50 AM, so I didn't sleep very long.

I stretched and sat on the bed in my room. I scratched my head and looked at my computer across the room.

At first glance at my shut down computer, I knew what I had to do today.

I didn't say anything, I got up and went to my closet with the intention of dressing in clean clothes.

I dressed in a white shirt and black pants, and after a long time I wanted to look like a gentleman again. I put on my green socks and put on my shoes.

I looked at myself in the mirror that I was next to the closet in my room. I no longer looked like two weeks ago as a drunken and beaten drug addict at about thirty-five years of age.

Just a little change was my tattoo on my neck that remained as a memory of the time when I was in the gang leader's prison after I killed their original boss.

I don't know how my classmates and roommates will react to this change, but I think they'll take it positively. I'm not the only student at the faculty who has a tattoo.

I stared at myself for a moment in the mirror in my room, but then my stomach growled. I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm hungry.

I walked out of my room and up the stairs that led from the second floor to the first, where there was the kitchen, the living room, and the first bathroom in this family house where I grew up.

When I finally got into the kitchen, which was connected to the living room, I first opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of whole milk and then closed the refrigerator again. I put a carton of milk on the bar and handed out a box of cornflakes and a white medium sized bowl with a spoon.

First I poured about nine tablespoons of cereal into a bowl, and then poured the milk over the cornfalls. I put the cereal carton back into the shelf where I took it and the milk back into the fridge.

I went back upstairs to my room, locked myself in the room, and sat down at the computer with a bowl of cereal in my lap. I had about two teaspoons of cornflakes wet from milk and my computer, which was divided into a monitor and the box next to the monitor I turned on.

I turned on the monitor, took three teaspoons, and was about to log on to my computer and get Bishop's flash disc when I heard the door knock on my room door.

I placed a cold bowl of teaspoon in unfinished cereal beside the keyboard on the same table. I got up, unlocked the door, and first saw my older brother Martin.

"Going to work?" I asked, when I was looking into a face of my older brother who had a suspicious expression in his face.

"You didn't even notice our mom. What is wrong with you?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes.

"I just want to enjoy having a day off."

"Did you hear the mayor extended your time off to the end of the week?"

"Fuck me."

Martin coughed for my unexpected insult before saying another sentence, and still not let me out of his sight.

"Want to spend the rest of your week locked in your room? I would expect you to be with Aviva."

At that moment my older brother gave me an idea of how to spend time with her, but for some details I kept it to myself.

"I just want to figure something out. I'll do mine today and you'll be with your girlfriend. Satisfied brother?"

But Martin turned and walked angrily down, saying, "Don't worry about it, Chris."

I shrugged, not understanding what had happened to him since I was free from prison.

I closed the door behind me and locked myself in my room again, taking Bishop's flash disc from my closet and plugging it back into my computer.

I turned on the search engine again and went back to incognito mode, and again, thanks to the files with valuable information on flash, I got back to Dark Web. This time I clicked on the link to the illegal arms trade and logged in under Bishop's information, which I knew thanks to the information counting passwords on his flash disc and used them yesterday to sign here.

I purposely put my username there PlayerBoy.

The background of the page was black, but the boxes with the weapons on offer were white and the titles and descriptions were described in black. The login icon was on the top right side of the page again, and like the drug, it had a page icon.

I looked at a message from the yesterday from one of the administrators of this illegal shop page: he had a nickname Falcon and he wrote to me:

Bishop, you will come to them tomorrow at 7:30 pm on Mainst Street, where there is an ordinary car repair shop at first sight. Kill the motherfuckers in one.

I replied "ok". My message looked like this:

PlayerBoy: Ok.

But the question now was how I would kill the rest of the day before I went there. In the end, it occurred to me quite quickly: I'll be hanging out on this part of the Internet until then, just, I still have to brush my teeth.

That is why I finished the cereal after sending my response and put it in the kitchen sink as I went to brush my teeth. My mom works as a primary school teacher, so by the time I came down, she was at work, of course.

Yes, it's not that interesting, but in the end I spend the whole day at the computer before I go there.. or, what if I went there now?

After the morning hygiene I locked myself in my room again. Even Martin was soon away in work at the university, and I was alone in the family house.

I went back to the computer and pulled the curtains by the window in my room.

I went back to the main page with a black background showing the other Dark Web pages. I clicked on one, and this time something came out of me that looked like an advertisement for a sect.

There was a picture of what was supposed to look like David's star, and in the middle of it was a goat's head. It took me about 5 seconds to find out that it was a Satanists' ad, and I quickly left the site.

I erased it from history and after that I coughed up searching on the Dark Web.

I'll go there now. The sooner the better.

I put on my black sweatshirt again and this time I put on my khaki work gloves. I logged out, cleared the history, pulled out the flash and hid it, turned off the computer, and left the room. When I unlocked the main door, I went outside the house and locked the door from the main entrance behind and hid it in my zipped pocket.

I pulled out my wallet, where I had the money and documents. The mayor also made sure I had a clean criminal record.

I intended to go by public transport to the city center and stop there by taxi, and pay to take me to the street.

I walked to the nearest stop, and when the bus arrived, I got into it and got off at the stop at Patriot Square because, as I found out on the internet on the maps, the street was supposed to be near this square. Good thing that I take the bus from high school and so I know here.

It took about ten minutes for me to stop the nearest taxi.

"Where will it be, sir?" the taxi driver asked me, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"To the Mainst Street please."

The journey took about ten minutes and I paid three dollars.

After a while I stood in front of a business that looked like an ordinary car repair shop from the outside.

I decided to go unarmed inside. I expected that after all, when I was able to wash the whole gang in prison with my bare hands and kill their boss, the Russians wouldn't scare me.

I found the way in quite easily: I managed to break the door to which only employees were supposed to have access, as they were in a dead end beside the service station and walked in. Of course I immediately closed them behind me.

I entered a workshop where a car was in the middle and there was a mess and silence at first sight. The first thing hit my nose was the smell of oil.

It was shining here, and except for the scattered tools, there was suspicious silence. I walked on and on the other side of the workshop I noticed a steel door. I came to them and this time I heard male voices, but I couldn't understand a word. It sounded and maybe it was Russian after all.

I moved with my left hand handle and it moved. It wasn't locked, so I stepped all nervously inside.

There were five men but they were really all armed.

They were sitting on chairs at a round wooden table, and I noticed a lot in different stacks of banknotes of different denominations on the table, the largest of which was in the middle. They had cards in their hands, as well as cards on each other. I don't know if they played Black Jack or Black Peter, but they seemed to play poker anyway.

They barely saw me, wonder how they shot me straight on bloody cuckoos.

"What are you doing here? Have you ever heard of private property? Get out of here." Was said the first one, who barely saw me.

But the third was different.

"Aren't you the Polish boy Falcon sends us?"

I got nervous because of Russian language, unlike Bishop, which I already know is Polish shit.

"Yes, yes, I'm Mr. Karynski." I lied nervously.

The other Russian banged hard on the table and said; "I wouldn't expect them to send us such a child."

The fourth Russian changed his attitude: "One chair is free here. Sit down and play too."

I sat in a chair. For a moment I thought about pulling some banknotes out of my wallet, but I didn't want to do it when I touched them with my bare hands, so my prints were on them.

"Will you add some money or not?"

"No, I don't really want to touch that money." I said but that Russian straightly before my eyes put at least twenty bills on the table and gave me the cards.

I played poker with them for a while. It was the first time in my life that I played a game of chance. And I can't do that with gambling at all, so playing it didn't last long.

"You were sent to destroy our stores, right?" said the Russian who was looking into my eyes on the other side and I started to sweat "You parasite from Krakow."

"No, it's not true. I come here to cooperate." I said but that Russian came to me with devishly expression in his face, saying "I know you are lying."

I wanted to get up and leave, but one of those guys grabbed my hand immediately, and since they probably knew I wasn't sent here with any good intentions, they wanted to kill me.

I found myself in a firefight. One of those guys ways shooting at me from a shotgun, and miraculously I got into a workshop where I hid behind a car.

But I didn't count on trying to kill me with a knife. One of them came to my hiding place and tried to stab me with a knife. I had to move there and here, so he couldn't not just cut my throat.

He passed and I managed to tear the knife out of his hand and... And I stabbed him. I thrust the knife into his throat, so the blood from his throat began to flow and, after a while, spray. I almost had bloodied gloves.

Another was running, trying to blow my head off with a gun. I kicked him in the crotch and then ripped the gun out of his hand, then pointed it at his chin and pulled the trigger conscientiously and instinctively.

This time I had some blood on my face, but anyway I was relieved that I had no skull and brain pieces on my jacket.

The corpse, with its head off, immediately fell to the ground, and in a moment it was in a pool of blood.

But the other three had already come after me.

Again, I had to dodge the bullets that came after me and finally grabbed one of the pliers that rolled on a dirty wooden table against the wall and carved another left eyeball right conscious. He shot like a fool in the ceiling. And he roared, then I stabbed him with the pliers.

When they were firing at me this time with assault rifles, I opened the door to the staff entrance and shot into the barrel and immediately dropped the gun.

A hot explosion and a flame of fire threw me away. For a while I lay partially beaten and scorched by a brick wall on a side building on the other side of a dead end.

When I heard the roar of the other two Russians, I immediately got up and closed the steel door. The car must have exploded because I heard an explosion, a roar and a banging on a door that stopped after a while. They were burned alive..

I wiped with my glove blood that ran down my forehead due to a scratch.

I noticed confused people in the distance, and after my lesson from the past, I knew it would be best to return home as quickly as possible.

Those walks were enough for today.