The man was now standing, holding the machine gun under his arm, feeling the contents of the bag with his hands. He found a place pierced by a bullet, and, pleased, watched as a piece of a hundred-lot banknote protruded from the hole. The man turned and ran towards the forest. When he reached his car, he opened the door, put the gun and bag under the seat, and then jumped into the driver’s seat. The Fiat took off like a wild bull, jumping over roots and holes. On the highway he turned sharply and rushed off, rapidly moving away from the wrecked Warsaw...