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The last customer came through the glass door of the bank. A bored guard locked the door, yawned, lazily pulled up his belt with a gun and checked if all computers were switched off and if no one remained in the building.
Then he grabbed the door in the direction of the corridor leading to the back. As every day, the vault was opened at this time and all the money from all the cash registers was hidden in it.
-Good morning, Mrs Lucynko
he greeted the cleaning lady, who was just starting work now and disappeared through the door at the other end of the corridor.
-Good morning, Mr Stefan
she replied with her own delay. She was already an older woman and everything she did was usually delayed. She had worked in a bank for thirty years. About three, maybe four years ago, she stopped answering "good morning" on time.
She also kept confusing the names - Mr Stefan's real name was completely different. She opened the door of a small locker, squeezed herself between a large vacuum cleaner and a frother to the floor and pulled out a cart with buckets and mops.
Mrs Lucynka no longer had the best memory. After walking halfway down the hallway, she stopped and strolled with her open hand into her forehead until she clapped. Complaining about her distraction, she turned back for a bottle of liquid to the floor.
Every day she forgot about the liquid and came back for it every day. She usually had to come back for different things two or three times, each time accentuating the moment of dazzling with a clap in her head. In the evening she wondered why her forehead hurts.
She opened the locker again and exclaimed her eyes. In a cramped room, there were three grown men in blue-grey suits. They went out into the corridor and surrounded the stupefied cleaning lady.
The first one unrolled a wide adhesive tape from a roll and glued its end to Mrs Lucynko's sleeve. He gave the roll to the second, the second to the third and the third to the first again. In a few seconds three pairs of hands, The first man lifted the roll up to the height of her face, the second man unrolled a piece of tape, and the third man cut it off with a knife.
Using three hands, they spiked her mouth, glued it on both sides to make it more even, and took out of her apron pocket a magnetic card that opened all the doors. Finally, they put the unfortunate old lady in the locker and locked her in the key. They fixed the suits, turned around and marched evenly towards the end of the corridor, from where the jaws of the vault door opening had just been heard.
A white van stopped in front of the bank entrance with a squeak of tires. Three more men in blue-grey suits got out of it.
