“I have to go,” Nathan said, standing shakily on his feet. “My wife has been calling me for the past three minutes.”
The thug leader gaped at him in surprise. “You have a wife? Whoa, I learn a new thing about you every day.”
Nathan tried to find his footing. He had only taken two bottles of beer. How was he so drunk already? Did they lace the drink? He turned to ask them exactly this, but the thug leader wrapped a hand around him in jolliness.
“My dear friend!” He staggered slightly under Nathan’s weight. “I’m going to lead you outside to meet your wife, okay? Say, when am I going to receive the 9 million?”
“It’s 2.5!” Nathan corrected drunkenly.
“Oh yes, yes. Say, when am I going to receive it?”
Nathan couldn’t answer. He was busy trying to find his way out of the pub. His phone was
