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Kostya.

From the abrupt change of location, I didn’t even immediately guess where I was. There was a smell of bitter cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol all around, and the deafening music from the loudspeakers cut the ear. Looking closer, I finally remembered the place where I am now - the Laguna bar. It was here that Mikhail and Korotkov called me to find out my answer to the offer of a "job" ...

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You don't often see you with alcohol. I heard Korotkov's voice. He and Michael sat at the bar. Mikhail was already pretty drunk, but he ordered more drinks, both for himself and for Korotkov, who had joined him. I don’t remember that the black wolf was so drunk that evening ...

I hope the boy doesn't come. Michael muttered indistinctly.

- Who is he? - Taking a sip from a glass of vodka, asked Korotkov. "You won't deny that you know him..."

- I do not know! Michael snapped back at him. “And I wouldn't want to know. - The wolf continued in a calmer tone, drinking a glass of s