16 ciggies later...I am sitting in front of my friend Popol who is hiding from me what you would claim to be my femme fatale. Yeah, she is definitely fatal. Determinists says that it was my fate to be born to her. Very easy, my mom is sitting not more than 4 metres from me and I am only a little bit sad that in my age, my femme fatale is my mom. This idea will be developped by my associate Popol in next chapter. Me I am heading back to my gaff, on my own, with prospects of some healthy dose of sleep in order to waste my mathematical talent on some clearly set risk assessment procedures in the following morning. And now allow me to introduce someone who most aptly qualifies for my best friend, here comes Popol!