EIGHTY NINE

The drizzle outside made the air even colder and a strong wind howled, blowing everything in its path. Barely bare tree branches rubbed against each other noisily. Yellow leaves fly and litter the parking lot of an elite club in downtown Chicago. A man just got down from his Jag. He pulled up his jacket, and stepped into the club rubbing his icy palms together. Luckily the air in the club was warmer or near hotter as everyone spilled onto the dance floor, rocking and groping each other the hot ladies who had removed their coats, leaving only the tight, sexy dresses.

Too bad he's not here for the hot ladies tonight. His job is to find Viktor and drag him to where he belongs.

“Hey Meyer, why did you come here. Wouldn't you rather have fun under the skirt of every bitch you pay for?"

An annoying guy— his acquaintance, suddenly came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. Meyer let go of the man's hand and snorted in disgust because his greeting was not friendly at all.

“Shut your d