Chasing Gold fish

9 years have passed since my revival. It's 1989. I have often wondered how this happened. Am I reborn or am I in a coma and fantasizing? Or all these 9 years, a moment before death. Nevertheless, I am here again, a boy with no family in the orphanage. Without money and connections. Other kids ignore me for obvious reasons. I can't bring myself to pretend to be a child for 16 years and run around playing with toy soldiers like I am not a 26-year-old man. So basically I was quiet like reading books. Fortunately, I live in London. I have never had any problems with English. I don't know if it's a blessing to go back in time. I can enrich or start a family again and live a happy life. But this is just an illusion. Wealth no longer pulls me. Family doesn't interest me. What is the point in this if then the moment of hopelessness comes again and I die?

So I just decided to go with the flow and see what this life brings me. But I haven't given up on easy money. I remember that in 2 years there will be a race near London, and the weakest horse will win by chance with the least chance. Then they were still trumpeting in the newspapers, "if only it was possible to return to the past and find this state" they said. Oddly enough, however.

I drew the curtains and lay down on the bed. Wondering how I can get enough money to bet. And how to get to the races without arousing the suspicions of the warders from the orphanage. I have two more years, I think I will be on time. I may have to go back to my old business. Rob the drug dealers brazenly. They've always had brain problems for both consumers and sellers. Always overconfident. No one dares to touch them, because they are the navels of the world. Therefore, they rarely care seriously about protecting their goods.

Getting out of bed, I had already worked out my plan and, going to the closet, took out the paper from the album. In memory of drawing the most crowded places for people at the bottom of society. I took a long time to plan.

Having told the matron that I would go for a walk and be back in the evening, I went out the door in a jacket with a hood. I was wearing dark clothes and that evening very few people paid attention to the child.

Don't misunderstand. Usually, the children will never be released from the orphanage to walk on themself, but the matron always trusted me, although I had to create a rather adult and responsible image of myself.

When I reached the first one, I hid in the shadow of the corner between the building materials and the house. There was a full view of the dirty street of London. The drunkard ladies of easy virtue were everywhere. Concentrating, I began to watch. Glancing at the old broken watch that I repaired after finding them, I figured I needed two hours here before returning as it was late. If I am late Matron will have doubts and there will be a chance that they will change their minds about my * get some fresh air *.

When I started looking at people, I didn't see the right person. A tired man. the left hand is trembling, dressed in the uniform of an electrician. Not him. The woman is wearing a skirt short according to the 1990 measures, her face is painted. Not she. Licked hair, man, jacket, and trousers ironed, walked by all with an expression of disgust. Not him. Finally, two hours passed and after checking so many people, I did not find the one I was looking for. I will try for a couple more days if it does not work out I will change the place, I decided on the way to the hostel in safe ways.

A month passed I crossed out 8 points on my mini-map. And today I'm checking out the ninth. Finally, I found the one I've been looking for! A frail, stubble beard, unkempt hair, dressed like a powder, but his eyes showed greed and there was a gleam of madness. Approaching one of the girls on the side of the road, he began to talk to her, later the others joined. After exchanging something, he slowly went the other way.

A bright evil smile spread across my face. Finally, I found the one I was looking for.

Slowly trying not to get into the field of view of other people and the target, I glided in the dark. Sometimes I had to do parkour in garages, which was very easy with my trained body, which weighed only 30 kilograms.

Finally, the man entered the alley where there was a dead end. Hiding nearby, I waited. Finally, he came out with protruding pockets and, looking around, went his own way. But he was no longer my target.

A man came out of the alley smoking a cigarette. Hair is slicked in a jacket. Damn this is the same guy as in the first point!

He got into the car and drove at a speed of about 40 kilometers per hour. I started to run after the car, watching with my sharp eyesight from afar so as not to miss the goldfish. Suddenly the car turned onto the fast road and accelerated.

I was very angry at this and looking around I saw the tallest building with an excellent view of the long track. Realizing that I can climb in only 3-4 minutes and the car will already leave. Angry, I stepped forward as suddenly inside everything twisted.

My whole being squeezed as if under pressure and pulled through the pipe, and then straightened. The stomach turned inside out. People are afraid of the unknown and I am no exception. The wind blew over my face when I was at the height of the 14 story building that I was looking at before.

Although I was shocked, I didn't let it get in the way of watching the gray car. Fortunately, the car slowed down.

Emptying my stomach, I saw the car turn onto the road to the farms out of the corner of my eye. Now I know where to look for their warehouses.

Looking at my watch, I realized that it was time to go back. And I also need to think about what happened to me and how I ended up on the roof.