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Andre and the two Bulgarians stumbled through the front door. Nikolaj looked like he’d lost a boxing match and all three of them seemed as though they’d just escaped a fire. The Bulgarians’ suit pants were singed, and Andre’s jeans had been burnt in patches.
Petr was no longer calm.
He hadn’t said much on the way to Chilikov’s associate’s house. Nikolaj had raged while Petr sat in silence mourning his younger brother. His hands shook while he wept.
They stopped short as they entered the dining room. Andre hadn’t expected to see Chilikov’s hand up Alice’s dress or to hear her moaning in pleasure or to see her kissing the Bulgarian mob boss while her hand was down Chilikov’s pants. The other two Bulgarians, on the other hand, did not seem surprised at all.
Nikolaj grunted to let them
