Chapter 17 Doubt (3)

• The idiot expects me to believe him as if nothing. This conversation makes no sense, I'm not going to stay here like a fool listening to his lies and bullshit, I turn around and walk towards the door.
• "Luka." I stop when I hear the name."My name is Luka Konstantinos Meyers, you can call me Luka; I was born in Brussels twenty"seven years ago, to a Belgian father and a Greek mother. Is that enough for the birth certificate?" Damn idiot!"
• "Normally, they ask for the date of birth." I tell him to mess with him, actually, the date of birth is super important in France, it is what allows to differentiate two people when they have the same name.