Days kept passing, and each day another organization fell under Bastien’s wrath. He was in his office when one of his oldest collaborators came to see him. The man entered and found Bastien holding a glass of whiskey and a cigarette, staring into the darkness.

— Sir.

— What do you want?

— I came to beg for mercy.

— Do you have Richard?

— No, but I have something else.

The man signaled, and they dragged Bastien’s double in, throwing him at his feet. Bastien looked at him and set down his glass.