In the hospital, Katsav greets the wounded and brings them fruit. A few bags of grapes and tangerines. Four people were in one ward, they are given a curtain. The room smelled of chlorine and the window was open. They are in very good condition for people who were injured yesterday. They were also visited by the mayor of the city named Sultan. It happened before Katsav came.
Katsav went out into the corridor where his eyes met the mayor of the city. He took off his glasses and pointed them to ward number 3.
He was wearing a dark red suit and sunglasses. She and Katsav went out to talk to the ward.
The mayor says "Cooperation... I share the profit with you. You are the masters of the city, Katsav, you have a warehouse of gold, let it be even more, but what's the use of a chest if the gold is gathering dust?" He said sarcastic.
Katsav inhales discontentedly at the moment when Sultan leaves putting on his glasses before leaving the ward.
The mayor of the city came out of the hospital and got into a tinted car. His bodyguard sat next to him. A Bald nurse with bright green eyes watched this situation from afar.
Itsum
He was driving a car down the road near the outskirts of the town of Aristop. Itsum stopped and began to take a closer look at the cigarette stand.
"How's the job going?" he asked, looking at the goods.
"Well, a long time ago... And what?" the seller asks in response.
"And the fact that in my city I will not allow such a thing to be sold and in the likeness of such a thing," Itsum picks up a pack of cigarettes.
"It's not prohibited by law," the salesman chuckled.
"they don't sell that in my city. And you're not going to sell it here. For good or for bad," Itsum said calmly.
Before saying anything, the salesman noticed that he had taken several men from behind and into the store. He sighed and said.
"So you're the father of the city? I get it." he said in a measured voice.
Itsum's car started to drive away, and then he saw something. It was the mayor's car, and Itsum looked at it with disgust.
Itsum's car kept driving until he got to the city square. He parked the car and looked out the window at what was going on.
At home.
Itsum opened the door for the guest. This guest was a nurse named Ali. Before he entered the house, Ali rubbed his bald spot. Itsum invited him to the table. Katsav came into the kitchen. He turned on the kettle. And then he sat down at the table too.
"We need to talk, Father," Katsav said.
Itsum just nodded in response.
Ali was sitting at the table with his palms pressed together, leaning on his elbows. He glanced sideways at Katsav as if wondering about his identity.
"So, what is it?" Itsum asked.
"the conversation will be about the mayor of the city..." Katsav said, waiting for his father's reaction.
"Go on." he said, his arms now crossed in front of his chest.
"I became the mayor of the city six months ago. but he arrived four years ago. But he's not alone. He has a family, as he put it. I mean, it was about the clan." Katsav nervously rubbed his eyebrows.
Itsum's grey eyes darkened as he leaned forward, the rings on his fingers glinting under the kitchen light. "A clan, you say?" His voice was dangerously calm, like a predator circling its prey. "And what exactly does this... family of his want with our city?"
Ali shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sensing the tension thickening in the air. Katsav clenched his jaw before answering.
"he wants to meet to discuss business," Katsav said. But Ali interrupted him, "He's bad," but he said, blinking his eyes like a child.
Itsum glanced at Katsav for a moment, a silent warning etched on his features before he turned his attention to Ali. "Ali, what do you mean, he's bad?" he asked, his voice steady yet laced with an undertone of suspicion.
"He has a low credit of trust rating." Ali said without second thoughts.
Itsum's brows furrowed at the mention of a low trust rating. Credit of trust ratings were a system they used to monitor people of interest. A low rating was a red flag. "Explain, Ali." Itsum's tone was a quiet demand.
"One. He has only one star of trust. For a person who is the mayor of a city, this is very bad. From which I concluded that he was bad." Ali looked at Itsum, preparing to hear his opinion on the matter.
The kettle boiled. Katsav quickly got up from his seat and brought a cup and teapot to the table and poured Ali tea.
Itsum stared at his son with fury. Itsum grabbed Katsav by the neck and pushed her out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
"Katsav is good, Katsav is not to blame for anything," Ali tried to intervene.
"It's okay, Ali, we'll just talk," Katsav reassured him.
Itsum closed the door behind him. "Explain yourself immediately," the father said sternly, not loudly, to his son.
Katsav took a deep breath as his father closed the door, his expression hardening. He could feel the anger in his father's eyes, but he held his ground, determined to explain himself.
"Father," Katsav began, his voice steady, "I know you're upset, but let me explain."
"That's exactly what I'm waiting for!" he raised his voice a little.
Katsav nodded, taking another steadying breath before continuing. "I was approached by the mayor recently. He expressed a desire to meet and discuss business, but I was hesitant due to some... reservations about him."
He paused for a moment, gauging his father's reaction. Itsum's expression remained stern, but his eyes betrayed a hint of interest.
"let it be so... Tomorrow... I'll arrange a meeting with him tomorrow. I will decide for myself what exactly his intentions are based on his behavior." He speaks calmly.
Katsav nodded in confirmation, his shoulders relaxing slightly at his father's response. "Very well, Father. I'll make the arrangements. The meeting will take place tomorrow."
Itsum regarded his son for a few moments longer, his gaze filled with a mix of concern and determination. "And Katsav..." he said, his voice a low rumble. "Be careful."