- I haven't had many career choices, you know.

- And what do your parents say? ... asked Katie with genuine interest ... Most parents don't like it when their child learns to kill.

John's smile died, and Katie suddenly grew serious.

- I said something wrong...?

- No, it's okay ... He mechanically lifted the empty cup to his mouth, set it down abruptly ... I don't know what my parents would think. I've never met them.

- But Ryder said you and him was from Poland and that you had family there. Katie frowned.

- I was put up for adoption right after I was born. I've been to several foster families. The only family I have is Ryder. the rest died in the accident. thanks to that I found him

She leaned back, lowered her head.

- I always smoke something wrong ... Sorry. I did not know.

- I'm not spreading it.

- It's so ... upbuilding! suddenly someone from the next table spoke up.

John and Katie flinched, looked that way.

The speaker did not look confused.

He jumped up from his chair and walked over to them.

- This story was just inspiring! No wonder you're such a hero! He eased himself up in a chair and sat down, staring at John adoringly.

- Sorry, but this is a private conversation. John said coldly, his anger building up inside him.

The man nodded happily.

- Well! Isn't that wonderful? Private conversation with a government agent himself!

- Who are you by the way? John growled.

- Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! It's the excitement! Adam mercer, your biggest fan. I saw all the interviews with you and read all the interviews about you! I know absolutely everything about you! Is it true that you have a tattoo with a panorama of Warsaw on your back?

John was silent, a little too dazed to even react.

The man had fair hair, a square jaw and a completely mismatched goatee.

Dressed in a simple, crumpled outfit, he looked quite out of place in this elegant coffee shop.

He rested his elbows on the table, rested his head in his hands, and stared at him with such intense adoration in his blue eyes that John finally leaned back, feeling a certain vague unease.

- I envy you that ... he said finally, looking at Katie ... To be alone with him! It's so amazing!

- Who the hell are you? ...John repeated ... And what are you doing here?

- I'm your biggest fan, but you already know that! ... he grinned at him happily ... I'm no one important, just a normal worker. But I was walking to the bank, I saw you through the window and I just couldn't let this opportunity pass! Talking to me! It's like a dream come true! My wife will never believe it! Can I take a picture with you? ... He leaned even more towards him ... Can I take this picture?

- Oh shit ... John gasped ... You can. Anything quick.

Adam let out a strange, happy squeak, drawing everyone's attention in the coffee shop, and positioned himself behind John's chair, leaning in and activating the phone.

- Grin!

The photo was taken and Adam almost ran out of the cafe shouting something about the fact that he must show this photo to his wife.

- Let's get out of here ... John finally muttered, feeling the interested and disapproving glances of the other guests ... before they asked us to leave. What was it anyway?

- Your fan ... Katie giggled weird ... I guess you gotta get used to it.