Ori novela. Optimisti Page #3

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that our brains

aren't functioning anymore.

- Who is he really?

- He was a professor.

A doctor of psychology.

He cured people through hypnosis.

An expert.

Well, professor!

Give me a call

if your legs hurt again.

I will help you.

I will help you.

He's completely harmless.

I hope you were good to him.

Believe me,

we took care of him

like he was one of our own.

Thank you.

- Boss.

- What, my boy?

Another car's been stolen.

They just called.

But we found the billiard balls.

How many heart attacks today?

One...

two...

three.

It's the third one, Doctor.

In this heat, I'll be the fourth.

Man, this is hell.

You know, Doctor... Milo, right?

Yes, Dr Milo Petrovich.

Poor people

lose their souls the easiest.

It's easy to be good and rich.

Any man can do that.

I was poor, and everyone looked at

me like I was a leper.

You know, we have more patients.

We're in a hurry.

Let me tell you...

Then I decided to become rich.

I did the dirty work,

that others didn't want to do.

You said that someone

had a heart attack?

So, I earned money

and people still stare at me

as if I were a leper.

They hate me.

So I ask you,

what kind of a society is this

that hates everybody

who's rich and poor?

Insane!

- I couldn't agree with you more.

- Would you stop!

Let me tell you, Doctor... Milo, right?

Milo Petrovich.

This is all mine.

We slaughter 1 50 pigs a day here

and we plan to slaughter more.

Congratulations.

I don't know what to say.

But what's all this earthly treasure

worth

if a man has a problem with his

children?

His children?

That's why I called you.

You called about a heart attack.

I'll have a heart attack!

I don't understand, really.

Here you are, Doctor.

- Are you alright, ma'am?

- I'm fine.

Alright, Savka, alright...

- Whiskey, Doc.

- I just want a glass ofwater.

And you shouldn't drink in this heat

if you're not feeling well.

I'm not feeling well,

that's why I'm drinking.

Let me show you something.

Come on.

There.

Because of him

I'll have a heart attack.

No.

What do you think?

My only son, my heir,

my pride and joy.

This winter I got him

to slaughter his first pig.

He sure liked it!

He continued to practice,

he was good.

I took him to the regional

championship. That's the photo.

He won a gold medal in his

category. He was the best.

Congratulations.

That's when the problems started.

The wretch has been slaughtering

everything he can get his hands on:

pigs, sheep...

The other day

he even attacked a cow.

Not to mention poultry...

Chickens, ducks, geese...

He slaughters them all

just for fun.

He can't go out without slaughtering

something. He's dangerous.

He's caused

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