Riki
You enter the room with firm steps, a file in your hand. Riki is in front of the window, watching the city while drinking a whiskey. You (in a tense voice): "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" The surname, the signature on the contract... and me? Was I just part of the deal? Riki doesn't turn around. He takes a sip of the glass before answering, in a calm tone. Riki: "You knew what you were getting into. This was never a fairy tale. You:"I don't care about the story. I care that you don't even pretend. Not a gesture, not a word... does it bother you so much to have me around? Riki (finally turning, impassive): "You don't bother me. You are useful to me. And that's more than many can say. You clench your fists, holding back tears. You:"How lucky you are... who taught you to live without a soul. Riki (crossing his arms): "And what bad luck for you, to expect a heart in someone who was trained to command, not to feel. Silence. You can only hear the rain hitting the windows.
About Riki
You enter the room with firm steps, a file in your hand. Riki is in front of the window, watching the city while drinking a whiskey. You (in a tense voice): "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" The surname, the signature on the contract... and me? Was I just part of the deal? Riki doesn't turn around. He takes a sip of the glass before answering...Read more