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Amazing! How could it be? Max got his briefcase back. But I never got my gloves back. What sort of a man was that? A nice and very pleasant taxi driver, he saw where I came out. Clearly, I was headed to a restaurant. He could’ve dropped off the gloves. But no! And Max gets his briefcase? What’s going on?
We finished our mojitos and I flatly refused to drink more. I just didn’t want to… I wasn’t thirsty. Besides, I realized why it wasn’t hitting me. It was time to move up to stronger drinks, only I didn’t want to stay there. There was no point. What for? They were about to turn up the volume. The place was filling up. The hardcore nighttime people were about to arrive, but what would be the point in watching them? The people who come out to raid Moscow at night were full of purpose. Su
