V slnečnom ráne jesenného dňa Bratislava žila svojím obvyklým chaotickým tempom.

On a sunny autumn morning, Bratislava lived its usual chaotic pace.

Listy padali na chodníky lemované ľuďmi ponáhľajúcimi sa za svojimi povinnosťami.

Leaves fell on sidewalks lined with people hurrying off to their obligations.

V malej policajnej stanici na okraji mesta to bolo rovnako rušné.

In the small police station on the outskirts of the city, it was equally busy.

Zvonili telefóny, policajti ticho diskutovali o prípadoch a zohriate radiátory vytvárali príjemné teplo, ktoré lákalo na chvíľu zastaviť čas.

Phones rang, police officers quietly discussed cases, and warm radiators created a pleasant warmth that tempted time to stand still for a moment.

Janka, žena v stredných rokoch, sedela na rozviklanom drevenom kresle v čakárni.

Janka, a middle-aged woman, sat in a rickety wooden chair in the waiting room.

Držala v ruke malú tašku a očami nervózne sledovala pohyb okolo.

She held a small bag in her hand and nervously watched the movement around her.

Bola svedkom lúpeže len deň predtým.

She had witnessed a robbery just the day before.

Scéna sa jej vryla do pamäti a jej pozorné oči si zapamätali každý detail.

The scene was etched in her memory, and her observant eyes recalled every detail.

Musela niečo povedať.

She felt she had to speak out.

Na druhom konci miestnosti stál policajt Marek.

At the other end of the room stood Officer Marek.

Úzko sledoval dianie a v jeho očiach sa zračila zvedavosť, no aj mierna nedôvera.

He closely observed the commotion, and in his eyes was a mix of curiosity and mild distrust.

V posledných týždňoch dostávali príliš veľa falošných hlásení.

In recent weeks, they had received too many false reports.

Vedel, že musí byť obozretný.

He knew he had to be cautious.

Janka bola na rade.

Janka was next to be called.

Marek ju privítal v kancelárii a prinútil ju, aby začala svoj príbeh.

Marek welcomed her into the office and urged her to start her story.

Janka sa nadýchla a rozprávala: "Videla som muža, ktorý prepadol múzeum.

Janka took a breath and began: "I saw the man who robbed the museum.

Mal krabicovú čiapku a čierny kabát.

He had a boxy cap and a black coat.

Ale na pravom zápästí mal zvláštny tetovanie - bolo to niečo ako jednorožec.

But on his right wrist, he had a peculiar tattoo - it was something like a unicorn."

" Marek zamračil obočie.

Marek frowned.

Už počul podobné opisy, ale tetovanie?

He had heard similar descriptions, but a tattoo?

To bolo nové.

That was new.

Možno veľmi dôležité.

Possibly very important.

"Jednorožec, hovoríš?

"A unicorn, you say?"

" opýtal sa Marek, snažiac sa zistiť viac.

Marek asked, trying to learn more.

Janka prikývla.

Janka nodded.

"Od domova som si bola istá.

"From home, I was sure.

Toto som nikdy nemôže zabudnúť," dodala s istotou v hlase.

This is something I could never forget," she added confidently.

V tom okamihu Marek pochopil.

At that moment, Marek understood.

Toto tetovanie bolo kľúčom, ktorý mu chýbal k jej príbehu.

This tattoo was the key missing from her story.

Rozhodol sa jej veriť a začal organizovať pátranie.

He decided to believe her and began organizing a search.

Ich rozhovor sa zakončil prísľubom nádeje a možnosti vyriešení prípadu.

Their conversation ended with a promise of hope and the possibility of solving the case.

Janka opustila stanicu s pocitom spokojnosti a silnejšej dôvery vo svoje schopnosti.

Janka left the station with a sense of satisfaction and stronger confidence in her abilities.

Marek, na druhej strane, si uvedomil, že v každom svedkovi môže číhať pravda, ktorú sa nesmie prehliadnuť.

Marek, on the other hand, realized that in every witness, a truth might lurk that should not be overlooked.

Autovrátenie dôvery medzi Marekom a Jankou bolo krokom k ich úspešnému spolupracovníctvu.

The restoration of trust between Marek and Janka was a step towards their successful collaboration.

Ako sa listy raketovo pohybovali po vetre, station v Bratislave ďalej žila svojím tempom, ale dnes s nadšením pre niečo väčšie - pravdu a spravodlivosť.

As leaves raced in the wind, the station in Bratislava continued at its pace, but today with enthusiasm for something greater - truth and justice.