After a long sleep, Kadar Stava stretched vigorously, feeling refreshed as the weariness from yesterday vanished without a trace.
He braced his waist, and with a swift motion akin to a carp flipping in water, he sprang up from the bed.
Kadar chuckled twice, then leaned forward and quickly did 50 push-ups, only stopping to rub his slightly swollen arms before picking up his handgun. He checked the magazine with a click and entered the bathroom.
Hot water gushed down from head to toe, making Kadar sigh in relief as he recalled his father's deathbed confession.
Such a pity, even if it's his own father, he could only die once.
Kadar let out a somewhat regretful laugh.
Turning off the water and drying himself, Kadar made it a point to clean his legs and feet thoroughly, to avoid any bloodstains.
