While normally Marco enjoyed his work, there were few exceptions to it. One of them were those who managed to fall off from a bridge or walkway into the water. Fishing out their bloated bodies was a task on its own and even harder was to pick them to his rowing boat.

The man he had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to guide to the nearest set of stairs with a hook had apparently drank himself drunk like he always did, but this time he had slipped and fallen to the water. Even though living so close to water, he had never thought it to be wise to learn how to swim, so he had drowned in minutes. The only reason why he hadn't floated to the sea was the fact that he had gotten caught onto a bridge. All of this information he had managed to gather from his 'friends' who now seemed to be more busy watching Marco struggle than to help him to get their buddy for his final rest.

''Either you help me with this idiot or you can all fuck off!'' he shouted in anger.