119 Come On, Little Tiger, You Have Something to Fight For!

"I'm here" Dominik ran down after literally two minutes, but there was no trace of any of them.

"I took the opportunity to make my coffee," said Marek's voice. "No, correction, your Nowicki allowed me."

'Your Nowicki'? What is that term?

"I see that you are not jumping to your eyes anymore" Dominik remarked as he entered the kitchen. Marczak stood by the stove waiting for the kettle to boil.

"I don't know how much Nowicki told you about what happened when you were abducted ... I'm sorry, I didn't want to evoke bad memories."

"No problem. We haven't talked much about it. And what happened?" Dominik tried to hide the suspicion and anxiety he felt behind his mask of plain, polite interest.

The kettle whistled and Marczak turned to turn it off and pour the coffee. Śliwiński felt his heart pounding with uncertainty. What will he hear in a moment?

"We spent a lot of time together looking for you. He… is a really decent guy."