In the hysterical laughter of his friends, losing the bet, he agreed to tattoo the gang's name on his forehead. You wouldn't really get along with them if you weren't suicidal or crazy. Or both. Tanţa, from the gas station who was new in town, didn't know the story. It costs 99 lei. I am stupid. Obviously, it's written on your forehead. But I'm a fool and I'm not paying for anything. I believe you, sir, but gas costs 99 lei. I'm calling the police. It sounds like I'm stupid today. Hello, sir, I'm Tanţa and I have one so stupid here that he doesn't know that one should pay for gas.
(Translated by Elena Creţu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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