Chapter 9

"And why don't we go to the dance you mentioned? "I asked when I entered the room, still wrapped in a towel and with wet hair. Mariana immediately stood up with a hair dryer in hand. She pushed me sitting in the broken chair, and I almost plummeted. His small and used study desk had a cracked mirror on the side, so I could observe his expression change from debauchery to wit. "Mariana, I need to know what exactly you are planning. I can't take any risks. I can't be somewhere where anyone can recognize me. Don't forget that, despite the aesthetic changes, there are still certain remnants in me that makeup cannot hide. Maybe the scars are indicative enough.

I had a very ugly mark on my leg, acquired after unsuccessful training with a police dog. I also had marks of gunshot wounds that almost killed me, but that for very little did not reach anything vital.

I had a large scar in the region of my chest, right in the center, where I had to u