He started to day seeing his un-ironed shirt, it was so easy thing he wanted
-an ironed shirt- nothing much more than this. Natasha! Jack kept her busier than the house does, "i only wanted an ironed shirt, then you can do whatever you want, bloody granny!" he shouted. Natasha ironed the shirt, he was ready to go, got on the carriage but wheel has taken out on the way. It was crystal clear, something was gonna happen today, driver Dimitri jumped out, changed the wheel. "Well done my boy, well done, what a hardworking boy" he said, they kept going. "Just for a signature, 2 hours just for a signature on carriage, i said OK, it's allright, isn't it enough? No! No matter what they need a signature" he was muttering, cause he didn't need this, if he needed that he would have stayed in that car 20 hours. What a car, French Auxelliere, special for him. He put his initials on the car, MJ. It was a rule in Ireland, if any of your relative died accidentally, you have to go and sign because of saying "yes, it's allright, it was an accident" and the testament. From Belfast to Dublin, he didn't need his father, he didn't even need his money, he already made his empire. That 2 hours, it was like ages, finally he was there. He was there as well. Ilya! "Inglorious Bastard" he said, "auctally there is no reason for signing, let people see his expiation" Expiation was his life but Jack saw that as equivalent as a -being murderer-, there he was, 30 steps away from him, he was still angry, full of fury, everyone knew that, from police to judge, -it wasn't an accident-. Ilya took his knife out "you are gonna die as well, you are pervert's son, i'll kill you just because to stop your roots". Jack didn't know anything, how and what his father killed for, who is that guy, what he was talking about. He had billions questions in his head. Ilya answered his questions loudly, "your dad, yes your dad who called pervert Leo, i caught him with my mother, oh my dear mother, no, no it wasn't a relationship, it was rape! How miserable i found her dead body, scars and scratches on her face" he was down his knee when he said that, he was crying, threw away his knife. He was the word of "desperate". He was. Jack judged this and ask, "where i need to sign?" It was a fair day for Jack
