Here you go, sir. Fish takes extra care not to drop it now that he's aware of its owner—not that he was being rough with it before, but it would be kind of terrible if he dropped it now that it's found its daddy. That done, he adjusts the strap of his shoulder bag, lifts his cigarette and resumes emulating a small chimney.

"Yep! Mine was a bike." Not just a bike, the best bike...but this is Ivan's story, not his.