It was an uncontrolled movement and his thigh slammed against the side of the table, sending the glasses flying through the air, landing somewhere between the other guests. In an attempt not to lose a single second, he made another clumsy move that almost made him lose his balance. The irritated crowd grumbled around them. His father’s fumbling went completely unnoticed by Niels. He grabbed his mother’s arm. “There he goes!” Hans could see that a man was making his way through the crowd. Slowly but surely he was increasing in speed and the distance between them became greater. Hans didn’t waste a moment and pushed his way through the crowd of people who were all avoiding the broken glass and red wine on the ground. “Stay here,” he called out over his shoulder. Petra needed to try to calm down Niels. But he was going to get this bastard, once and for all. He was beginning to gain speed and zigzagged through the crowd. Not an easy task and one that earned him a lot of angry comments.
