Molana Anxious About The Future

The door opens and closes as Molana enters in his brown shoes and black socks, opens doors and closes much doors in to the office room:

"You are okay?"

"Move!"

She moves sitting the seat on the other side and Molana takes his seat now standing and takes out the letter slams it on the table taking his Turban out putting it on table.

"Hey! Molana....how are you doing...you are fine....well, I assume you would be, now as Purple Heads have grown alot and alot bloodshed in your area, you know? What I mean, in the Molanagrad or the Teikovo, Mr Stalin believes that you should be killed or sent to serbia but the way I see it, you can stop right there and finish your business here, leave the country or else you know, I will have to take the case in my hands....your lovely.....Nikita Khrushchev."

"Burning the letter will do nothing....."

"Yeah? Then what would burning out your lungs do?"

"Huh!"

"This is for you release out the tension....relax...."

"Umm....Molana...can I go in my room for a sleep, my head hurts....."

"Yes, James....but listen....be careful....we have a direct threat....an state level threat, so be careful...."

"I'll keep the gun close...."

"Yeah! Keep your bullets closer...."

"Yes, sir......."

"You just need a little rest, relax!"

Both kiss for long as Molana gets gets in bed, both sleep, wakes up in a hurry moving the curtain shirtless, looking outside were two cats fighting, a black and a white.