Epilogue 2

A/N: If you're happy with the ending already, and maybe you thought Marko's death and funeral were sad and beautiful and the perfect ending, you don't need to read any further! This is a silly bit that occurred to me half way through writing the story, and I can't help including it. "^_^"

If it helps, think of it like this. The film is over. The credits have scrolled. There are only three or four people left in the theatre, when suddenly the following is shown on the screen:

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Officer Cristescu dragged the woman through the cell area, kicking and screaming the entire way. She was quite pretty, and not the type you usually expected to be causing trouble. But he wasn't one to judge. If she wanted to go around drunk, half dressed, and getting into fights, that was her choice. A choice that would get her a night in jail.

"Now hold on!" she yelled as Cristescu shoved her into the cell, slamming the door behind her. "You've got to listen to me!"

"We're always willing to listen," Cristescu said through the bars. "Now that the kicking, biting and scratching is over!"

A number of Officers were standing nearby, and came over to watch the show. They laughed as the woman reached for Cristescu through the bars, a look of absolute fury on her face.

"You know Officer Barbu!" she screamed. "I know you do!"

Cristescu and the others laughed. "Sure. Do you expect him to release you? Maybe you have a special relation with him?"

"Maybe you can have a special relation with us!" said another, causing all the policemen to laugh.

"Sure, Barbu is fat and stupid," said a third. "Tell us what you do for him, and we will make deal!"

The woman bared her teeth and spat furiously, "Idiots! I am Barbu!"