Son of nothingness

My name is Samer Ramadan, currently a taxi driver, and a former expert in technical and electronic matters. I worked with General Intelligence for two years instead of prison. Because I caused destruction to a huge number of computers around the world, once upon a time. My name is (Samer Ramadan), married, my wife's name is (Diala), and my son (Karim) is in the first grade of primary school, and I have a journalist neighbor named (Youssef), and I met in a somewhat strange way the police major (Monther Khalil), who wants to be important. In any way, and on Dmitry, the chemical physicist who loves owls, who yawns all the time, and on Hammam Khamis, the nurse who recites two lines of poetry every two minutes. My name is Samer Ramadan. There is no doubt that you know that I submitted my resignation from General Intelligence, and devoted myself to working as a taxi driver, after I was shot three times in the chest due to one of my old operations, and after I felt extremely bored with all those things that I feel are more suitable for movies than... reality; I hate chases, bullets, gangsters, murder cases, assassinations, and other similar things that no longer excite me. My name is Samer Ramadan. You now know that I admired Dimitri and Monther, and that they told me that I would work with them on any new cases for them, after the opening of the Scientific Intelligence Department, in which I supervise the technical department. I will work with them officially. Of course, but in front of everyone I'm just a taxi driver. If this is your first time with me; I advise you to review the aforementioned lines, or the previous seven issues!