He sees the blond man change his grip on the pipe and move to the side. The bald man takes off his jacket and hangs it over a plastic chair. Joona slowly raises his head and looks the bald man in the eyes. ‘Give the money back to Crina,’ he repeats. The bald man grins with surprise and steps sideways into the darkness. There’s a click as he unfolds the blade of a flick-knife. ‘I’m going to hurt you if you don’t drop the knife on the ground now,’ Joona says in his melancholic Finnish accent, and takes a step forward. The bald man crouches down and moves aside, holding the knife in a classic hammer-grip, then reaches forward and takes a few trial stabs. ‘Be careful,’ Joona says, and coughs gently. The knife is sharp, and glimmers in the weak light. Joona watches it with his eyes and tries to read the man’s irregular movements. ‘Do you want to die?’ the man grunts. ‘I may look slow,’ Joona says. ‘But I’m going to take that knife and break your arm at the elbow … and if you don’t lie still after that, I’ll puncture your right lung.’ ‘Stab the Finn!’ the blond man shouts.
