A Professional’s Ethics

Let’s be clear: I couldn’t have done it any other way!

Sure, I know, in this line of work, composure, cold blood, and demeanor are key, but so are ethics, incognito, and camouflage. That’s why I repeat: I couldn’t have done it any other way!

Okay, but let’s start from the beginning…

The task wasn’t easy, but I don’t take on easy jobs.

You have to value and respect yourself, and over time, reputation grows, so do expectations.

I remember the last time I was in Paris (by the way: no, I don’t think it’s a bad place for a man to walk around alone), when to get into Carrefour for a baguette, I had to show the security guard the inside of my briefcase—yes, even then they were overdoing it with the protection, but now… At every bus stop, two armed police officers with automatic rifles.

So, I was well-prepared, zero gear and full reconnaissance.

You have to be proactive and flexible, and by showing initiative, use practice and cunning.

Following the rule „the darkest place is under the streetlamp,” I holed up in the Olympic Village.

I’m not demanding, getting a cardboard bed there wasn’t a problem at all, and the lack of air conditioning and generally poor organization only worked to my advantage.

From the start, it scared away the bigger sports stars.

Then it all went downhill, whoever could left for the competitions and didn’t come back, so there were plenty of secluded and safely empty places.

In the cafeterias, the food was pretty poor. I didn’t care.

Taking care of my form and preventively (remember: whether you’re Lithuanian or Hungarian, always carry coal with you men!), I maintain a strict diet before a job, so that wasn’t a problem either.

Drinking only water, meditating, doing breathing exercises, and listening to Brahms, concentrated like tomato paste, I waited for the right moment.

I am a world-class professional, I handle matters up close.

Leon Z., a known and respected Professional in the community, once said, „With time and experience, you’ll get closer to your target, so that in the end you’ll only use cutlery.”

And that famous story about Wick – „John is a focused, committed, relentless man. I saw him kill three men in a bar. With a pencil. A fucking pencil!”

And it’s not like he wrote a poem and read it to them.

Oh yes, I reached that stage long ago, and it makes things a lot easier.

When the right moment came, elegantly yet casually, in soft shoes, light cotton navy pants, and with a forged ID—on the bus transporting athletes—I got to the place of action with no problems, “clean,” without any accessories.

I went in. Completely composed, with the layout of the rooms drilled into my brain, relaxed, agile, decades of practice honed into soft, catlike steps, quietly and fully concentrated, I was heading towards the target when suddenly…

…Suddenly, someone grabs my arm, someone else shoves a cloth into my hands?

No… it’s a t-shirt, waving their arms “quickly, quickly” go get changed… And still: where was I, it’s the last moment!

Calmly, so as not to raise suspicion, maintaining—like a professional—absolute composure and concentration, I put on that t-shirt, wiped my sweaty glasses (it’s so hot in here!), and ready for anything, completely relaxed (routine and adrenaline mixed in the right proportions, no caffeine or quinine), I walk out of the locker room… and they hand me a pistol and push me out to the shooting range.

What was I supposed to do? Still totally relaxed but focused, I just shrugged, loaded the gun, and did what I do best, as badly as I could.

No, really, I couldn’t do less, silver is the absolute minimum.

A Professional’s Ethics!