MY HUSBAND IS NOT A MURDERER
EPISODE 050'S

In a place in the outskirts of Vladivostok. Igor stopped his car on the edge of a narrow alley.

Houses clinging to each other in each narrow alley. The streets are shabby and there are not many people interacting in the neighborhood.

All the houses in the neighborhood have the same characteristics. House with colonial buildings with some statues and abstract art paintings in some houses.

Several large shophouses and grocery stores are also located in the narrow alley. Street food carts and tents filled the narrow shophouse courtyard.

It is also seen that some middle-aged women are carrying their luggage to be sold in the market in the alley. There was no luxury found there.

Along the road in the alley was filled with holes from the already broken asphalt. The rest of the rainwater still pooled in every hole.

It was a place Igor and his father had visited before.

Igor continued walking while looking at the surroundings. Remembering the place he had been to.

He continued walking down some of the housing and shophouses to the end of the alley.

A small bar was in the corner of the alley. The bar hasn't changed since Igor last went there.

HOLLYWINGS is inscribed on a large electric banner that lights up above the entrance to the bar. The lights inside and outside the bar interjected 24 hours nonstop.

Good chance for Igor. He could freely dig up information, because it was still daytime and there were almost no visitors at all.

Igor opened the door of the bar by sliding it sideways and stepped inside.

“Welcome, Sir!” A bartender immediately greeted Igor kindly.

Some of the sloki glasses were neatly arranged inside the shelves surrounding the bar. A variety of liquor such as Whiskey, Vodka, Iceland, Jack Daniels and others are in the bar.

Different types of drinks can be found in that place. Likewise with customers who want to mix alcohol with cocktails, they can ask the bartender to make the concoction.

Igor was sitting in the front seat of the cashier where the bartender was.

His eyes were immediately fixed on the face of the bartender, whom he also saw when he came with his father first.

Igor was convinced that the voice behind the accomplice was the voice of the Bartender who was concocting a drink and breaking some ice cubes.

A man in his mid-40s with several dragon tattoos that filled his hands.

Nothing had changed at all with the man since Igor last saw him, only a few hairs had started to gray and his skin had started to wrinkle a little.

The man arranged several bottles to look neat and occasionally wiped them using a clean cloth. Igor is convinced that the bartender is related to his father or his father's accomplices.

“Wah, this place has not changed at all.” Igor was sitting on the chair right at the bartender's desk standing up.

“Yes, that's it. Looks like you've been here before,” said The Bartender.

“Yes, you're right. I came here with my father when I was young, and nothing from this place has changed since.”

Bartender smiled and, “What do you want to drink?”

“Whatever you recommend to me, I'll drink it. With enough ice cubes.”

“Good.”

The bartender began to show his skills. One bottle of Vodka and one bottle of wine cocktail are mixed into a glass containing several pieces of ice cubes.

“Oke, thanks.” Igor took the drink and started drinking it little by little.

“When I came with my father, I was still in my 20s. I saw you sculpting ice cubes with your own hands. You must have been very good at making this kind of drink.

“Customer special?” ask Igor curiously.

“Yes, that's it. More precisely like regulars in this bar.”

“Then, the person I'm looking for must be a special customer as well.”

The bartender was silent hearing Igor's words. Still don't understand.

Igor pulled out his phone and played a recording of an accomplice who must have been at the bar.

“Can you tell me who this guy is?”

“No. I don't know at all.” The bartender just smiled and wiped the glasses in front of him.

Igor turned off the tape and put his phone back in. “Can you contact me, if you remember who this guy is?”

“Sure.” The bartender took a pen and paper. “Write your number here.”

Igor's eyes were fixed on the antique pen given by the Bartender. He was very sure that the antique pen must have been given by his father, because Igor also had the exact same pen.

For a moment he looked at all the antique pen engravings and remembered that his father had given him the pen, and carved it before he received it.

A few seconds passed, the two adult men stared at each other. Full of questions from each head.

“Didn't you really know the voice of that person?” Igor did not write down the number and repeated the question. “Lantas, how about Alex? Don't you know him either?”

“No. I really don't know.” The bartender grimacedly turned his face away. He turned around pretending to arrange a neat bottle.

BRAK!! WHUS!!

With his left hand, Igor jumped past the chest-high bar table, standing right in front of the surprised bartender.

Igor pointed a sharp antique pen at the bartender.

“You have one of the antiques my father owned, how could you not know him? You also categorize it as a special customer. You still don't know him?”

“I don't know anything.” The bartender stepped back in fear, still unwilling to tell the truth.

“Then, say. Who did? Is that you alone? Are you really a regular bartender?” Igor brandished the sharp tip of the pen to the neck of the bartender.

The bartender was terrified, and now he was cornered in the spoon rack and stirring device, unable to step back.

His left hand was trying to grab the knife that was on the back shelf. After the knife was in his grasp, he attacked Igor with the knife.

*WUTT!!

Igor retreated and dodged the knife quickly, then counterattacked.

BUKS!! PYARR!!! Igor punched the bartender in the face and smashed the sloki glass into his jidat. His temple was torn and took out a lot of his eel.

Igor pulls the bartender's hand to the bar table and, uh,

JEBE!!

“ARRGGGGGHHH!!!” The bartender screamed hysterically in fear. The knife almost pierced the bartender's left hand.

Igor accidentally did not stab and avoided the knife between the fingers of the bartender's hand, only scraping a little skin of his finger.