..came to his table and came to talk to him with a Finnish accent. “Hello you handsome fellow. I think we need to talk, please follow me to the frontyard.” Svejk looked very suspicious, but decided to follow the odd man. They left their table and started to walk towards to the door. “What is this? Who are you? What’s happening?” Svejk’s tone was very nervous. The mysterious man looked Svejk from the corner of his eye and answered. “My name is Påtter, Jorma Påtter. I’m a Finnish reward hunter, and I need you to help me to find out who killed Archduke d’Este and why. I know you once were a great soldier and only you can help me.” “Why me? I’m old and in bad shape and I have rheumatism. I don’t think I’ll be able to run after criminals at this age.” “No one else can help me. I have my suspicions about the murderer, it’s someone you’ve been involved with years ago, but I can’t tell you her identity yet, not until I’m sure of it. So what will it be, will you follow me?” “Not until I know more. Who do you suspect then? And where do I know her from?” “She’s an old friend of yours, she got involved with the Italian mafia and she was forced to murder the archduke. I need you to get in touch with her and defeat the Mafia.” “Who is she then?” Svejk asked. “Her name is Irina Korsakov.” Svejk looked dumbstruck, Irina was his childhood friend, he couldn’t have ever imagined that Irina would join the mafia. She had been such a sweet girl. This, however, was the case and so Svejk answered: “I’ll join you. What do you want me to do?” “I want you to lure her out of her hiding. Call her and ask her to meet you in
Svejk walked back home. He asked Mrs. Mullerova to come with him to the nearest telephone booth. So, they left for the street and Mrs. Mullerova started to ask him what was going on. Svejk told her about the mysterious man and Irina. Mrs. Mullerova didn’t look very surprised. Svejk was just about to ask if she knew anything, when she pulled out a gun and told Svejk to stay quiet and continue walking. There was no one on the street. Soon Mrs. Mullerova pushed Svejk to an alleyway and pushed the gun into his stomach. Mullerova was pretty strong for a middle aged woman. “What is this? You have been such a loyal housekeeper for so many years!” “Yes, I know that....” ,but she didn't have time to end her sentence because she noticed that someone was running towards them. Svejk recognized the person as Jorma. He had probably been following them all along. Svejk heard that familiar Finnish accent again: “Mrs. Mullerova, or whoever you are, put that gun into ground and kick it away.” She looked at Jorma into his eyes and still held that gun on Svejk. Svejk saw Mrs. Mullerova's hand was holding the gun tighter and it seemed like she didn't want to surrender. Quickly, Svejk put his hands onto the gun and....
