The rain splashes down, and the same strange old feeling explodes in his chest. The memories come and go as he trudges along the streets in the dark autumn night. In a particularly dark place in the street, he stops for a moment, and as he pretends to pull his raincoat tighter around his neck, he takes a good look around. Not spotting any people, he slips his hand under his armpit. He moves the gun from his armpit into his coat pocket. It's nice to...