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His wife trying to blackmail him and getting a romance with Serenity, his lovely dog kidnapped, a perfect brother who was always right, a Russian workmate who tried to get him out of his job, his children lost forever and his bank accounts in bankrupt...but for the first time since his wife had left him, he felt strangely warm, if someone asked him maybe the answer would be happy.

Rosco couldn´t be completely sure about his feelings, but maybe the light at the end of the tunnel was coming from the eyes of that middle-aged police officer who was staring at him.

Anyway, his children have always wanted to have a pet and it was Christmas....

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"How on earth could he even consider paying such an amount for an animal?", he thought to himself."Anyway, he came here asking for help and help we will give him" so he asked:

- "How do you think we can assist you? Is there any chip or tracking device implanted in the dog?"

- " Now that you mention it, the vet certainly told me that the dog had been very costly because he had been vacinated and chipped. So I imagine there is."

- "Let's contact the clínic and find out if there is a way of tracking it remotely"

Could Rosco believe that? Was there really a light at the end of the tunnel?

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Suddenly, he heard the sound of a police siren . http://www.freesound.org/people/MultiMax2121/sounds/156869/

It was time to ask for help to professionals- he thought. At he beginning, Rosco had rejected the idea because he thought the police might have laughed at him worrying about just a pet, but he was really running out of time and he was getting desperate. He approached the nearest police station. He came in decisively and asked, Can I talk to the chief inspector? I want to report a kidnapping.

- Sure, come with me, sir. Who has been kidnapped? , said a middle-aged police man. They entered a small room where another police officer was standing next to a desk.

- My dog, Johnson. I've been asked to pay a ransom of $50,000 before 10 pm today. Please, I need your help.

The two police officers looked at each other in disbelief.

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Time was slipping away, only two hours until deadline and then Johnson would be killed by his kidnapper. Everything looked like a nightmare, a bad joke, nevertheless it was true, a painful and cruel truth.

-What's happening? Johnson! Why…-

A lot of questions and thoughts… but few answers, only conjecture, bad business for Johnson…

But then, when she had just opened her book again... it happened, her phone rang very loud and shrill, what astounded her, it was like waking up suddenly in the middle of a pleasant dream.

-I'm going to make you an offer that you can't refuse Madam-  The telesales worker said..

She was being disturbed by Vodafone's seller once again…

Her words were incomprehensible to bathers, however they were pretty clear to the seller, who interrupted her little nap day after day, and she just slammed the phone down.

Meanwhile Rosco…

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Soraya Moreno (2nd part of story after the computer crashed)

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Soraya Moreno (2nd part of story after the computer crashed)

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'Oh no! So, that means that in the end Jessica has decided not to fly overseas. You know we have been in touch for a long time. We met through one of those online dating agencies and this is the picture she sent me. She told me I would recognise her because she would be lying on the beach reading the book you are just reading.

What can have just happened to her???

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After reading the book for a while, she decided to go to the beach. Sunbathing would make her good. When she was about to lie, a man approached her and started talking to her.

'Are you Jessica?', he asked. 'No, I'm afraid you've made a mistake'.

'But you are reading the book you told me you would be reading so that I could recognise you.'

'Recognise me?' 'Are you pulling my leg?' 'I found this book at the airport and just picked it up'. I guess it is one of those bookcrossing books that people leave around

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She put the book down. She could not concentrate. She´d picked it up at the airport, just before flying straight to paradise, to forget about everything for a few days. The book had no title, no author, ... It did have a sticker on its last page that showed a walking book (book crossing, maybe?). She was determined to read it and pass it on. She´d probably leave it on the beach... But she´d see to that later...

She went inside the bar, ordered a refreshing drink and sat at a table. A nice selection of 80´s music was playing in the background. ´This is better`, she thought. ´I´ll give it another go now`. And she opened the book again...

Just then Rosco looked at his watch. It was 7 pm already! He was running out of time and things were only getting worse!!

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His brother appeared behind the door. Guauuuuu....he couldn't feel so relieved, he thought he was going to faint again but took a deep breath and asked him why was he there, how did he know he was in the hospital. Richard, his brother, told him that his ex-wife- Claire- had called him to tell him that their children had suddenly disappeared and that she couldn't get in touch with Rosco. It was a long time since she disappeared with the children and he had had no news from them since then. He had hired a private detective to find them but the only clue they found was that they took a plane to Romania but then they lost track of them. Could that have any connection? He needed to talk to Claire. He felt his head was going to explode...cigarettes, Serenity, the Danube song, Natasha, Claire, his doctor, the pills, his brother......aaarrrggggggg. He fainted again!!!

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Rosco thought this was the end. One hour! He just had one hour before Serenity went back to see him. Or even less. What would he tell her? How would he act? "Think, think, think", he thought. He was getting more and more nervous...

He had to think of a plan, he was not going to tell her that he knew everything. How could he talk to his brother? Wasn't there a phone in the room? Yes, there was! but, what was the number? Oh shit, the mobile phone again, why do we people leave everything up to our damned mobile phone?

Start again... Oh, yes, he could phone to his secretary, but how could he ask her his brother's mobile phone without telling her about anything? Suddenly there was a knock at the door...

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I couldn’t believe his words… Oh, that terrible headache! If only the floor stopped moving! ... When he opened his eyes he saw a young wide-eyed nurse staring at him. “Doctor, doctor!! He’s come round! Don’t worry, Mr Jake, you'll soon be fine! Your wife is in charge of everything. She's such a kind woman! She told us she'd be back in an hour..." "My wife!? What do you mean!?" "Yes, Mr Jake, your secretary called Emergency when you fainted. Your blood test revealed a substance and we had to give you this serum injection. In a couple of days you'll be sent home. I'm sure you can't wait to see your wife again, she's so sweet and caring! She's called Felicity or... Serenity!! That's her name! It's an unusual name, isn't it? Where is she from?" Rosco was still trying to make sense of all this information when he remembered Johnson, his little pug, now in a stranger's hands (Serenity's!) Was she emotionally involved with his brother?! A new conspiracy theory was starting to build in his head. He managed to clear his throat and shouted:" Where's my mobile phone? I need my mobile phone!" "But... your wife took it with her! She came while you were sleeping... She told us not to disturb your sleep!"

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Anxiety was the feeling I was having at that moment. But then I remembered the pills that Dr. Boris had prescribed for me when Claire and me were getting divorced. Fortunately I had kept them in my office, so I decided to take one just to keep calm. Then my phone rang startling me. I couldn't find it, It might be Serenity!!! I had to tell her about the code and all the ideas burstling in my mind to save my super furry anymal.... But it wasn't her. It was my brother, my older brother. The one who is always right. I was wondering whether tell him the situtation or not. And then I realized I was feeling seasick. Oh no, the pill of Dr. Boris. -Boris is not an ucranian name? Is my doctor also in on it?

Oh no, more thoughts confusing my mind!- Maybe it should be a good idea If I could speak with my brother, that phone call may be of great help to me... But in that very moment , Serenity was phoning!!

-Hi Serenity!- I was wondering why you couldn't pick up the phone. I have more clues we can follooow.....

-Wait one sec- shouted Serenity . -Listen carefully to me please. There might be more things or people in danger. Don't you have any possibility at all to get that money from anywhere- anyone???

I was confused, dizzy and dazed, I was regretting now to have taken that pill..... - Serenity you know I am in bankrupt... and... - But she was not there.... JesusChrist, suddendly, a whatssapp message arrived from my brother saying.....

- My dear little brother, I have just seen Serenity with you dog, Johnson. Are you ill? I know you wouldn't ever leave Johnson to anyone.

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His ex-wife!! How could he have been so stupid?

Suddenly he remembered that Christmas office party. He had introduced them- Claire and Natasha had clicked right away. He couldn’t see why; they were so different. However, he was sure they’d met up a couple of times afterwards. Claire told him she liked the mystery that seemed to surround her. She is really ‘exotic’, you know.

It was hard to believe, but not impossible. Maybe she needed the money. She’d emptied their joint bank account before disappearing, but there wasn’t much there… Yes, Claire must have contacted one of Natasha’s friends- some of them were authentic thugs. She must have planned everything carefully!

That number… If only Serenity answered the phone!!

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Rosco didn't know what to do. His mind went blank. He almost
fainted. After some endless seconds, he made up his mind. He phoned
Serenity again, he was sure she could have the clue to the code. Serenity dind't
answer the phone for a while. She always did. Why doesn't she
answer my calls? Something must have happened to her. I can't lose
both Johnson and Serenity. They have always been there for me.

Rosco had had Johnson for two years. In fact, Johnson was like a
son to him. Life had been hard  and the little dog had helped him get
over his divorce and the loss of his children, who had been taken
away by his exwife and vanished...forever.

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bang! More videos of Franklin can be seen at: youtube.com\iamthefranks 82 dislikes eh? I'm curious why someone would give a clip like this a thumbs down. Other than to simply be a dick, I can't see a reason to give it a thumbs down.

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Alone in the office, he has never been the first to arrive in. But it was for nothing. He phoned Serenity and told her about the song, the cigarettes and the Russian girl. While talking by the phone and doing some research in Internet they discovered what was the song about. A folk one dedicated to a river, the Danube. That was the meaning of Dunayu (Дунай) in Ukrainian language. Nothing interesting. Serenity told him she was going to look for the lyrics, but he thought that probably it would be for nothing.

Alone in the office. He still had some minutes before all accountants were there starting a new common day. He missed his pug. Staring at the window and missing his pet he started to sing the folk song with the packet of cigarettes in his hand. Then he realized something. He looked at the packet and saw one of these threatening pictures used to make people stop smoking. Then he read: Fum ă torii mor mai tineri. That wasn't Cyrillic! That wasn't Ukrainian language!

Where was that girl from? In fact, the Danube flows through many other countries. He looked again at the picture. It looked like any other picture on a packet of cigarettes but he noticed that it wasn't the original one. It had been added afterwards. Could it be a clue? He looked at it more carefully. There was a number. He noted it down.

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As he turned left and  the wind blew on his face, it dawned on him: the cigarettes... right. He was pretty sure he had seen that brand before… Where? At work. The wind was getting colder these days, snow might come back soon, he thought. That blonde girl in the office, two months before the Russians took over back in 2012. Natasha was her name. That was it. That Ukrainian woman smoked that brand. He had to hurry up and contact Serenety immediately. No time to waste. He turned left again and for the first time in his life he started to run to get to his office  before everybody got there. The song Natasha  used to sing while she was having a coffee and smoking during the breaks, Dunayu. The key might be in the lyrics. She used to complain about the situation in the group, how they were all forced to be part of it, how they had no money to get new instruments and clothes…What if she was lying and was actually  a mole sending a secret message? He needed to contact a translator urgently.

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Dunayu, Dunayu.(Danubio, Danubio)  Canción folclórica  de Ucrania.

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Canción folclórica Ucraniana. la letra es esta. algunas estrofas se repiten, pero esta es la canción completa.

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They had to start somewhere and they decided the best thing was to go to work and look for answers there as our friend usually spends many hours working. They were both fans of CSI and there the answer to any mystery was always in the most common of places. Serenity strongly advised him to keep an eye on everything. Even the most insignificant thing could become an important clue. She was going to go back to his place to have a look at all the pieces of the puzzle they had already: the note and the empty packet of cigarettes.

- ‘I’m sure we will find who has done this. Don’t panic’.

‘Don’t panic,’ – he thought – ‘easier said than done, especially when my dearest friend is in danger’

Nervous and depressed he headed to work

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They could always count on a hot mug of coffe to make them feel better. The deep, untamed flavours of the blend was capable of transporting them to another place, another time... Without noticing, their mind slip away to that trip they had made to China while being at university. It was the year of the dragon and people were celebrating it on the street. Laughter was heard everywhere and shiny colours welcomed them after every turn. After enterring into a small and cosy coffeeshop, they had been invited to taste the Komodo Dragon Blend. They had loved its low acidity and had instantly become a favourite of theirs. Now, every time the met they drank it.

A dog barked outside, they soon turned back to reality... There they were sipping a wonderful coffee... but where was their furry friend? It was high time to act. Yet... how could they get such a sum of money on time?

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S . Taylor While Serenity was chatting away all by herself, going through numerous ideas as to who it could have been. Rosco just couldn´t get one thing out of his mind. The Brown business, a year back some dodgy business had been going on at his company and he had been the one to tip the police off about the illegal business happening. " Could this be related?" he thought- surely not. The firm´s attorney had dealt with everything- or not !Also, the cigarette packet was bugging him - they seemed so familiar, "now -  who smoked this brand?"Back to reality, both Serenity and him decided it was best if he acted as usual today, so he got dressed and they popped down to Starbucks  for a quick coffee.So, how were they going to raise the large sum before 10p.m?  Rosco had been declared bankrupt just a few months back. Things were looking gloomy for his poor old four legged friend.

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S . Taylor While Serenity was chatting away all by herself, going through numerous ideas as to who it could have been. Rosco just couldn´t get one thing out of his mind. The Brown business, a year back some dodgy business had been going on at his company and he had been the one to tip the police off about the illegal business happening. " Could this be related?" he thought- surely not. The firm´s attorney had dealt with everything- or not !Also, the cigarette packet was bugging him - they seemed so familiar, "now -  who smoked this brand?"Back to reality, both Serenity and him decided it was best if he acted as usual today, so he got dressed and they popped down to Starbucks  for a quick coffee.So, how were they going to raise the large sum before 10p.m?  Rosco had been declared bankrupt just a few months back. Things were looking gloomy for his poor old four legged friend.

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The very first solution that sprang to mind was give Serenity, an old friend from college who had always been an expert on solving enigmas, a quick call. http://www.freesound.org/people/henrique85n/sounds/162019/

“-Oh, Toby, dear friend, how much I miss you", thought Rosco. -"Your barks echo in my loneliness and desperation“ http://www.freesound.org/people/krissyeliot/sounds/125523/ “-If only there was something I could do right now...”

http://www.freesound.org/people/bennstir/sounds/81072/ “-Saved!, Here she is” As he made his way towards the front door, he realized there was something strange on the floor, right behind the sofa … He kneeled, and to his surprise, he discovered a crumpled packet of cigarettes “ -Who’s left this here?” […] “-Hold on, the front door! Serenity, please, do come in, how good to see you. There's a couple of things I'd like you to see!”

They were running out of time.

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That paper note was fairly impossible to understand. It was either written in broken English or the kidnappers of my innocent little pug where trying to confuse me with a strange code that could take me ages to translate into something barely int

elligible. The only thing I could think of right now was all the times I told my teenager students they had to stop using that abhorring English when text messaging their mates because this was a hundred times worse. Well, there was somebody else I couldn't get out of my head: Toby, my mate, my companion, the maker of the sweetest barks on Earth, the happiest creature I've ever encountered... Where could he be now? I was pretty sure those ruthless people hadn't fed him with his favourite snacks. OK, OK, let's get to work now. Toby, your rescuer is on his way!!

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Rosco Jake is an accountant for a big firm in New York.  His only companion is his pug, Johnson. He loves that pug. For the most part, his days are routine.  He likes routines.  He doesn't like change. Routines and schedules comfort him.
Today, was a different day. Rosco woke up to a knife at his neck. The intruder wore a mask. His deep voice instructed, "We have your pug. If you ever want to see him again and make sure we don't destroy your life, you will have to transfer $50,000 to this account by 10 p.m. today." The intruder was suddenly gone, only leaving a paper with instructions.