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After the bar, a white one will appear. And if he doesn't come, you can just put the powder on the table and smell it. The question is, will it be easier?

But Thomas, as a true Jew, would never have stooped to such despair. Drugs, alcohol, and slutty bitches are for the weak, right? But Thomas can't always be strong.

He sat in his office, fingers pressed to his eyes, listening to Charlie Austin's suggestion that a few more people join his pub because Ahmet was still causing him trouble. One day is worse than another.

«What do you mean, Charlie? I don't want to start a war with the Turks! The East End is in danger of being overturned! Group leaders, their pregnant wives and children will die! Too much blood. Good fucking morning.»

His fingers reached for the liquor, passing him an unopened bottle of whiskey.

«That’s life. This is business.» Charlie ended his fucking Serenade by asking the Jew to put a bullet in his face.

Thomas ran from corner to corner. Yes, he was caught between two very favourable lights. He followed the rule, of course: «to deceive a pagan is sanctity,» so Thomas went around the world and deceived everyone for his own benefit. If Shulman wasn't such a liar, he wouldn't have anything right now. «hire security from Charlie, but cooperate with Ahmet?» It's like a whore sitting on two cocks at the same time and pretending that everything is fine, simulating pleasure, while these same members RUB against each other more than necessary. On the other hand, it was a double benefit that Shulman was most concerned about right now.

«Damn it! I cut my finger!» Charlie said, pressing a bloody finger to his lips.

«What kind of blood? Period or what the fuck? Tom chuckled and leaned back in his chair, but Charlie didn't appreciate the joke and kept looking at him .

Oh, those glassy English eyes, empty and stranger. The only consolation after a lousy day for Thomas was usually Lily and her hugs, which he burrowed into like a little boy, and all Thomas had to do was pee in his pants. But she hadn't spoken to him in almost a week.

«You shouted at me! She beeped into the phone after his twenty-fourth call. Of course, Thomas yelled at her because she did what he told Lily not to do.

«I'll pick you up at three tomorrow.»

Oh, that stupid fish. A little more, and she will fall for the Jewish hook, after which it will be very difficult for her, but for now let her play pranks and twist Thomas as much as she wants.