Kuto’s life was filled with sternness. He was always on the lookout for danger, and he never let his guard down. Even in Canada, where he had been living for the past few years, Kuto kept his wits about him. It was a cold country, and Kuto knew that if he wasn’t careful, he could easily end up frozen to death.
One day, as Kuto was walking through the snow-covered streets of Montreal, he spotted a man wearing an Indy fedora hat. The man’s hair color was off black, and he wore aviator silver eyeglasses. He also had a shaved face. Kuto thought the man looked suspicious, so he decided to follow him.
The man led Kuto to a small alleyway near Chinatown. It seemed like the perfect place for a mugging or worse. But when the man turned around to confront Kuto, there was no look of menace on his face – only kindness.
“Hello,” said the man in Arabic shirt warmly.”My name is Hassan.” Hassan extended his hand to shake Kuto’s hand coldly . “I’m new here in Canada,” Hassan continued.”Do you mind if I ask you for directions?”