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his sore body, he said: - Maybe youd like something for a good start to the day? - I cant. - What do you mean, you cant? - Dont you remember anything any more? - Frankly speaking, no, I dont. - I have the Code implanted, Sherlock. Besides, I swore to the Holy Virgin to be off alcohol for a year. - Im sorry, Luigi - Franco Fog took another sip of whiskey. - So what did you get into this time? The frightened cat jumped onto the window sill, scrutinised the view behind the window and started telling his weird story. According to his testimony, it should be concluded that a few minutes before, he stuffed himself with some unknown, shiny substance he found inside some van in front of their house. When he jumped off the car, some bucks in black uniforms barred his way and they demanded the immediate return of the shining powder. Luigi gave up the idea of taking up a conversation with those gentlemen in a flash and resorted to flight. He also demonstrated a complete lack of common sense as instead of running towards some park or street, he decided to direct his paws home, thus showing his aggressors the appropriate way to trace him. As a result, he was sitting now by the window, cringed and shaking with fear and he did not resemble the typical self-assured cat he normally was. Franco Fog listened to the story intently, then, approached the window and, stroking Luigis back, he uttered the judgement: - I dont know what you swallowed and who those people are, but I know one thing for sure. This is the apartment of a police officer and nothing bad can happen to you here. Understand? - But these guys didnt seem like schoolboys, believe me! - It doesnt matter. I know what Im saying. Convinced he was right, the inspector flicked the cat in the ear and rushed towards the trolley to fill his glass with another portion of whiskey. However, before he reached it, a couple of black-dressed men burst into the flat and pointed the barrels of their Kalashnikovs at the occupants. After a second the shortest man came close to Franco Fog and said: - We know you from TV. Dont even try to play those cheap tricks on us. - What do you mean, amigo? - Chiromancy, fortune telling and such stuff. - All right. Then, with whom do I have a doubtful pleasure to greet a new day? - I am Hans Kluge! - the rat-face man stamped his heels - Sturmbannfuhrer Kluge! - How can I help you, Herr Kluge? - Your cat swallowed our uranium and we insist on the immediate return of our property! - Why do you need uranium, my friend? - Thats quite simple. Our secret Nazi organisation decided to mark its presence in the conscience of the Aryan part of society through perfect preparation and completion of the plan code-named Adolf in the Sky With Diamonds. The aim of the foregoing venture is to detonate a nuclear bomb in a park in the centre of Warsaw. - I see. Cant you do it without uranium? - Unfortunately not. The instructions on how to construct a cheap, home-made atomic bomb clearly indicates that the uranium is indispensable in this case. And at this very moment our uranium is inside your cat. - No kidding! - Dont be ridiculous, Fog! We know your cat wolfed down our uranium. Youd better give it back or therell be a real massacre in a minute! The choice is yours! The inspector quickly realised that he has to deal with a group of insane, well-armed freaks and his duty was to foil the plan of terrorist attack and to help his only friend, Luigi. He remembered that the ginger Persian was the last tangible relic of his turbulent affair with Veronica Blanca. He couldnt let the group of emotionally unstable fascists tarnish the apple of his eye. When he felt a sweet sting of adrenaline in his heart, he stood in the middle of the living-room and, pointing at the remains of the door, he shouted: - Look! A birdie! Fortunately, he was so convincing that all the men turned en masse towards the door and started searching for the bird. Before they caught on, inspector Franco Fog ran up to Luigi, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and jumped out of the window. When they managed to land on the pavement successfully, they brushed away the glass. Luigi looked up and shouted: - I hate Warsaw Nazis! I just hate them! Chief Police Officer Bureau Saturday, 9:00 At quarter to nine, Franco Fog received the following text message: Sloths eat everything they find. They are stupid and malicious. The cultural revolution in China has collapsed. Having deciphered the cryptogram, he stopped feeding the swans and moved towards the street immediately. He sat in his car, put on the leather gloves and started the engine. He wanted to enjoy his drive so he was observing citizens of the town through the window of his Mustang. They were shopping, or getting ready for a weekend picnic. Looking at their smiling faces he suddenly realised they had no idea about the danger they were in. They didnt know about the group of Nazis ready to detonate a home-made nuclear