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- How?

He's the one who's doing

all these thefts and murders.

Come on!

If it's not him, it's his men.

That's what it is.

What about the rhythm?

What if the rhythm is being disrupted?

What if we're threatened

by some catastrophe?

That's what I'm talking about.

The only way out is

speed-up of the rhythm,

establishing the new regularities

by new values.

That's what the math says.

So, if there's a crime shortage,

one needs to commit them. Right?

Right.

So you're scared that famous Fabian

may be the one that robs and kills, are you?

Not really.

Of course you should be scared.

You let a maniac to your house.

It's gonna be bad, you'll see.

Such people believe that they've

been born to save the world.

Whoever crosses their path,

they kill him.

You're the first in line.

Get it?

Help, it's a thief!

I was already seriously

scared of Fabian.

I was noting down my own statistics

by which it turned out that

another murder in Paromlinska st.

is necessary for saving the rhythm.

I have no more suspicions

about Fabian's intentions to kill me,

but I had to expose myself

to the law of this city.

I had to fit into this law

by defending my own life.

I thought that I'll save the

general order by saving myself.

That I'll save both Trnje and Zagreb.

There's hope.

I'm sure there is.

How do you think to manage this?

One should help the events to happen.

There's little for the rhythm

to be re-established.

Just a trifle... which is going

to happen very soon.

When?

On Sunday at the Sava river.

Would you come to see this?

I'm going to Bojakovina now.

You should arrive early.

When?

- At 5am.

Come before 5am. I'll be waiting for

you at the mound along highway.

Ok.

If we don't see each other...

Bye, Mr Ivica.

- Bye.

Don't go there.

You're crazy. He's going

to kill you. He's a maniac.

When did she die?

- Last night.

A heart-attack again.

They told me so in the hospital.

Say, if you need something,

I have some money.

I need to call my brother

and go to the company.

And to the funeral office.

I can do that for you instead.

When is your brother coming?

- Tomorrow or day after.

He needs to buy me a ticket, and...

- What kind a ticket?

The airplane ticket for Switzerland.

You're going immediately, are you?

- The sooner, the better.

If you think so, then...

- Yes, I do.

After the funeral of Zdenka's mother,

when Zdenka already left,

I was suddenly left alone.

I told the police about Fabian's missing.

They've been checking me

and I made a statement.

They were looking for that

Fabian's nephew from Bojakovina,

but they haven't found him,

since I didn't know his name either.

Then, they say they're about

to come and check Fabian's things,

and I decided not to let them see

his papers, drawings and charts.

I've made a conclusion

that I have this right only.

None of his drawings or charts

were in the closet, or elsewhere.

There was only a piece of paper

referred to me,

although it wasn't even

in the form of a letter.

It said:

"My death will occur on Sunday, May 18th

at the Sava river, and it will be violent.

"Thereby the rhythm is going

to be re-established again.

"However, another disruption

is not to be excluded.

"Right now, it's the only thing that

prevents me of being completely satisfied."

This way I will move to the downtown.

I don't take anything from my house

but the books and clothes.

I'm going to another apartment

as if I'm moving to another city,

another country, another continent...

That's how I'm feeling, too.

Nevertheless, the house I was born in

and all the things that linked me to it

will stay in my memory mostly because

of my last months of living there.

The samewise like I used

to learn from Fabian,

my departure have not turned out

to be a complete severance either.

Statistics always tended

to include not only Trnje,

but the whole city of Zagreb as well.

Hence, it was the most solid connection

between my old neighborhood and downtown.

However, I couldn't resist to see

tearing down my old house.

I had to see this,

although I had no much time.

In my new and sunny apartment,

in my large working room,

the plans, schemes and charts

were waiting for me.

My big work was waiting for me.

My statistics.

This movie is dedicated to the memory

of storey in Paromlinska street

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