Boris stared intensely at his lit cigarette, watching smoke trail off its tip. He was supposed to have quit those damn cigs for good, but this last month had hit him like a truck. He needed something to take the edge off.
A month ago he lit his first cig in two years after he received the notice. He had fallen behind on payments for his shop before, but this was different. He was way in over his head.
Boris told himself it was only temporary, that he’d find a way to get out of debt once his store brought in customers again. But the neighborhood kept changing, and his business kept declining.
So when two men came knocking at his door one day and presented an offer that would save his business and keep him out of financial ruin, what choice did he have? All they wanted was to store some o
