37. Smoke

37. Smoke

<< . Mikolaj . >>

Riley scurries behind Jonas, and I walk towards the balcony to pick up my ringing phone. I can’t believe him. Like father, Like son. Never missing the chance to annoy me.

“Where we going?” Jessica asks, looking around in my lap.

“To see city lights…” I point. “from the balcony… Would you like that?” I ask her, and she nods.

Great. I need some privacy to pick up Antoni’s call. He knows I don’t like to talk to him during public appearances. So it better be urgent.

“Antoni.”

“I have found the boy’s name for you.”

I chuckle. During our meeting, we struggled to figure out the hierarchy of the gang Antoni wants eliminated. So I guess he has called me in excitement.

“Alright. You could have emailed me.”

So it turns out a few years ago, a local thug went global. His name is Borris. Pretty ballsy move, to be honest. He sent his son, Maxim, to Moscow to establish the chain of supply into the USA. We are not clear what his main business is. Antoni insists he