Chapter Forty-Four
Vlad strides up to the chicken-leg-adorned entrance of the Izbushka restaurant.
Dressed in a black leather coat, tall boots, and dark shades despite the setting sun, the vampire looks ready for The Matrix cosplay.
Two burly bouncers block Vlad’s path.
“The restaurant is closed,” one says in a booming voice.
“Our vendors failed to deliver anything today,” says the other. “The dancers didn’t come, the—”
The first bouncer gives the talkative one such a baleful glare that the man shuts up and channels his anger into giving Vlad a dirty look.
Vlad lifts his sunglasses, revealing mirrored eyes. Before either can say or do anything, he orders them to sleep.
They take an instant nap, and he steps over the bodies and whooshes inside.
The marble floors look extra polished
