The man fell to the concrete ground, hard. He groaned while the people who saw it including Rosetta gasped. Alarmed murmurs ensued, looking at the group of foreigners and a Pinoy that was holding his side.
“Yati! (Darn it!)” The man got up, still holding his assaulted side and facing Sergei. The tocino in a transparent plastic he held a while ago was now also on the ground. “Why the hell did you do that?” He tried to stand straight, height barely reaching Sergei’s nose.
Sergei took his wallet and offered a name card. “I’m sorry. I had to do it or you would have stabbed my employer.”
The man in his late thirties winced. “You come with me to the precinct,” he said.
“We can settle it without the police being involved,” Sergei suggested calmly.
“Well, I happen to be a police officer!” he
