Josip Pekic, rubbed his nose nervously, and said, in the way of uneasy farewell, "I just thought it was only fair for me to call you and give a final report. After all, I didn't start all this. Didn't originate the situation. It was you and Kardelj who gave me my chance. I just ... well ... expedited things." His face faded from the screen, still apologetic of expression.
Zoran Jankez sat there for a long time, staring at the now dark instrument.
It was the middle of the night when the knock came at the door. But then, Zoran Jankez had always thought it would ... finally.