Roni shouted in panic. He instinctively tried to grab the bag back, but his bike wobbled dangerously. In seconds. The bag was gone, clutched tightly by the masked man as the motorcycle sped away.
Roni hit the brakes hard, swerving to the side of the road. The screech of horns erupted behind him as cars were forced to stop suddenly.
"Bastards!!!" he screamed, kicking the front tire of his own bike. His breath came in short bursts, his face red with fury. He looked wildly around, eyes scanning for any sign of the thieves, but they had already disappeared into traffic.
The bag contained everything: the sales documents, the land certificate, proof of the transaction. In a single moment, all of it was gone. His dreams of partying, buying a new motorbike, wasting money like there was no tomorrow. They all vanished.
He raked his fingers through his hair roughly, completely lost. The teenager paced along the sidewalk, kicking pebbles in frustration.
