The next day, Robin was driving his car. Nikhil was sitting next to him, and Alex was sitting in the back seat, playing some game on his phone.

Nick looked at Robin and said, "So what now? You don't have any work right now. No contract either. Are you just going to blow all your money like this?"

Robin smiled at him, released a puff of cigarette smoke out the window, and said,

"So who do we even have to save money for? No home. No family. No family at all. And if we don't enjoy ourselves in our youth, are we supposed to wait until old age?"

"But don't you two worry. I've already made arrangements for you. And even if something happens to me tomorrow, you two won't have any problems."

Nikhil placed his hand on Robin's shoulder and said,

"What nonsense are you talking? We don't want any money or anything. We just want our friend."

Alex agreed with Nikhil and said, "Yeah, exactly. How could you even think that money could break our friendship? And be warned—if you ever say this again."

Robin said, "Alright, fine, I won't say it."

Robin was driving toward a road. Nikhil, surprised, asked, "Where are you going? Home?"

Robin threw his cigarette out the window and said,

"Yeah, it's been two years since I've been home. Let me go check if the house is still intact or not. Besides, that house is the last memory of Mom and Dad."

Robin's car stopped in a quiet area of Germany, far from the city. There were beautiful houses built at small distances from each other. Even though the houses weren't large in size, their beauty made them no less than any five-star resort.

Robin smiled looking at those small houses. His childhood had been spent in these streets. When he was just a child, just Robin. Back then, he was just an innocent boy, not a contract killer.

Robin reached the end of that street, where there was a beautiful old house. The passage of time had slightly deteriorated the condition of the house, and dust and dirt had settled there.

In the dried-up trees and dry grass of the courtyard, Robin could see his childhood—when he used to live here with his parents. He saw it: in front of him, Robin is 10 years old, and his mother, blindfolded, is trying to catch him.

The next moment, Robin's father arrives, grabs his mother from behind, and starts spinning her around. Seeing this, Robin gets very happy and starts clapping. Remembering these beautiful moments of his childhood, Robin's eyes filled with tears.

Nikhil and Alex realized that Robin had become emotional. Alex went and placed his hand on Robin's shoulder. Robin wiped the corners of his eyes and said,

"It's nothing. Just like that. Come on, let's go inside."

Robin went to the door and opened it with a key. As soon as Robin took his first step inside, he noticed some papers under his feet.

Electricity bills.

Income tax bills.

Community deposit notices.

Robin used to pay all these bills and deposits online, yet they always sent a hard copy to Robin's residential address. Robin didn't even look at the envelopes. He gathered them and placed them on a side table.

Nikhil and Alex also came inside with him. Robin looked around the house. It was a small house, but livable for a small family. A sofa in the living room. An attached balcony next to it, and a little before the balcony—a small kitchen.

Robin could see the image of his childhood—how his mother used to stand in the kitchen cooking.

Robin was sitting on the slab, and his mother was feeding him something from a spoon. Robin made a 'wow' gesture with his finger.

Robin watched his childhood passing before his eyes. Every corner of this house was connected to a memory.

Robin was lost in his memories. Nikhil came to Robin and said,

"Dude, living in this ruin-like place now? That won't be possible."

Robin let out a faint laugh and said,

"Don't worry, I'll call someone to get it cleaned."

By evening, the cleaner had thoroughly cleaned Robin's entire house. Robin, Alex, and Nikhil were going to stay here until Robin got his next contract.

Ten days had passed. Robin was still staying in his parents' house. That night, he searched for new contact details on his Robi the contract killer email ID, but again, he found no contract.

Robi was frustrated. For ten days, he hadn't received a single murder contract. It was already night. Alex came into Robi's room and said,

"Robi, it's night. Come on, let's have dinner."

Robi closed his laptop and said, "You guys eat. I'm not in the mood."

By then, Nick had arrived. He looked at Robi and said, "What's the matter, Robin? Is there a problem?"

Robin said in irritation, "It's been ten days. I haven't gotten a single contract."

Nikhil said, "So what? Maybe no one needs anyone killed right now. And besides, we have so much money that we can easily get by for six or seven months, or even a year."

Robin said, "That's not the point—how much money we have or don't have. If I just sit around idle, soon all my contracts and contractors will slip away. They'll think I'm not doing anyone's work."

Alex said, "Man, maybe no one needs it right now, that's why you're not getting any work. It's not like everyone wants to kill everyone else all the time."

Robin hit his hand against the wall in frustration. Nikhil stepped forward, grabbed Robi, and said,

"What are you doing? Have you gone crazy? Is it that big a deal? You're just not getting work these days. You'll get some. Don't stress so much. Besides, it's been a long time since you've exercised. That's why you're so restless. Come on, let's go out."

Both Alex and Robin understood what he meant. Robin freed himself and said, "I don't feel like it. You two go."

Alex pulled Robin and said, "Oh, come on. You'll find a nice hot item outside who'll entertain you. Then see, your mind will feel completely fresh. Come on, let's go."

Robin didn't want to go. But seeing their friend upset, Nikhil and Alex both dragged him along. The three friends were sitting in a bar again. This was an open bar, on the terrace of some hotel.

Like every time, bar girls were performing obscene dances in front.

Nikhil asked Robin, "Tell me, which one do you want?"

Robin looked at the girls, then pointed toward one and said,

"That one in the short dress."

Nikhil paid the manager and asked the girl to come to Robin. The girl came to Robin, looked at him, and said in German, "Can I help you with something?"

Robin spread his legs and gestured for the girl to sit on his lap. The girl came and sat on Robin's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and released her warm breath on his neck.

Robin was getting intoxicated. He grabbed the girl by her waist and said, "You'll pay for this, baby. I'm very frustrated right now, and you're going to have to bear all my frustration."

The girl lifted her face from Robin's neck, ran her hand over his chest, and said in German, "With me, you won't even remember the rest of the world."

Robin tightened his hands on the girl's waist. But just then, something happened that no one expected. Not even Robin.

Suddenly, a bullet hit the chest of the girl sitting on Robin's lap, and she fell to the ground.

Robin looked at her in surprise. The girl lay dead on the floor, blood flowing from her chest. Just then, the sound of many gunshots rang out.