Son of nothingness

My name is (Samir Ramadan), I am a taxi driver now, and a former expert in technical and electronic matters, and I worked with the General Intelligence for two years instead of prison; because I caused a huge number of damage to computers around the world, once. My name is (Samir Ramadan), I am 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 got to know in a somewhat strange way the police major (Munther Khalil), who wants to be important by any means, and (Dmitri) the chemical physicist who loves owls, and yawns all the time, and (Humam Khamis), the nurse who recites two verses of poetry every two minutes. My name is (Samir Ramadan), you certainly know that I submitted my resignation from the 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 and assassination cases, and the like, which no longer excite me.
My name is (Samir Ramadan), you know by now that I have won the admiration of (Dmitri) and (Munther), and that they told me that I will work with them on any new cases they have, after the opening of the Scientific Intelligence Department, in which I am the supervisor of the technical department.. I will work with them officially of course, but in front of everyone I am 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!