A Detective Story: Erdogan's Way

Here I am again, sitting in my car, smoking and watching a fucking oldman, cheating his wife. The man has to make his living. In this time, curtains are not open. Probably a conservative guy. Damn maybe from the party. I have to break in the house. It is shit job, everything can happen. Even a curious oldwoman can call the police. it was easy in old days. There was no fucking light sensor, we could finish our business in dark corridors.

Hey ! who the fuck is this ? A garbage man again. In this time, I can't see his face. Two times in a row, probably coincidence. But I have to do my job, I can not think about this fucking guy. The name of apartment is pretty wierd, Allah'a emanet apt. When you are in Fatih, you can find these kind of names. Fuck  !! exterior door was fucking tough.. Anyway I am finally in an there is no light sensor. It is third floor probably this door. Come on, show your magic. Hmm that was easy, Oh yeah the sound of sex, but but what the fuck is this !!!! ? A portrait of Ataturk. The guy is not one of Tayyip guy. Look around everywhere there is Ataturk portraits. Sound is coming that way, let's check ..

Oh my fucking god !!! The guy got Tayyip's moustache !!!!! The young slut complains  "come on just one minute !!? " But it is prompter's box there !! The guy is looking at this box instead of lady .. Now he is looking at me ! Oh my god he is, ... he is Tayyip Erdogan !!!!  What the fuck is happening to me ! I feel nousouss, I think I am going to throw up !!!!

Don't throw up here, you fake detective !!! go to the toilet .. Oh it is Hasan ! damn I am in a pub ! what the fuck was that ! Terrible dream . I am ok Yorgo, just give me one more glass of Raki. Yorgo answered with gloomy face, Brother ! Ok I don't say nothing when you keep calling me Yorgo, but don't drink Raki in a bar, go get a fucking table. There is a rule of drinking, man !! I said, A detective always drink in the bar Yorgo, now shut up and pour the Raki and add water, make it two finger.

Hey ! your girl is there, said Yorgo and show the girl with his head. I replied, Since I am the most handsome guy here, it is not supposed to be all girls are mine man. The girl approach and sit just by me. She said, are you going to buy me a drink ? I said, of course ! Yorgo !! votka to the lady ! and I check her georgous body in red dress. She wear fishnet stockings in her legs but she doesn't look like a whore. She got pureness in her face. That kind of women never get old. Her thighes make my ball concrete, her waist is incredible slim and I got an erection when I was looking to her boobs. She touched my leg and ask to Yorgo, how come your name is Yorgo ? you are not Greek aren't you ? Yorgo replied, my name is Hasan but tell it to this guy, he keeps calling me Yorgo. When she moved your hand up little bit, I asked her name. She said her name is Kristina. I asked her if she is religious. She asked me forward, do I look like religious ? I tought to say, you look like angel but it was fucking cliche. She moved her hand up so close to my little man and asked, Don't you remember me ? I was suprised that I don't remember her. Unfortunately I remember every ugly girl that I fucked. She said, we met in Kazakistan three years ago. I said, I have never been in Kazakistan. She grabbed my erected penis and said, you play this game very good, Don't worry your girlfriend is not around, you can tell about our nights to Hasan in Almaty.

That was too much for me, first that women in the office and now this hot blonde Russian chick in a red dress. I said, maybe you can remind me in more private place. She took back her little hand and whisper, let's go to your place. I paid the money to Yorgo. While we got out, I said I don't have any car. She said, no problem we can use mine.

She turned serious when we get in the car. I said you know I don't have any girlfriend, we ... she interrupted me, Intelligence is looking for you ! I suprised again, but how ?  I just took the case today ! In that time she was suprised. She asked which case ? It is Russians that are looking for you ! Did you think you can get away after all things that you did ? I was sick of this mystery. I said we came my place, she pulled over. I watch her ass while we were climbing the stairs. She entered the office and unzip her dress from backside while approaching the desk. I moved toward her and closed the door. There was no bed in my office, just a desk. What a night !