Stefan bustled at the door, closing each of the four locks with a separate key, while two of his faithful young ministers with the zest of youth, threw cards at the table. They did not pay attention to me, relaxed by the usual atmosphere, light alcohol, and confidence in my disabilities.
The thin neck of one of the guys, wrapped in a light black cloth, was a foot away from me, somewhere level with my chest. I could break it in a moment, but what happens next?
“What will happen next”? I exclaimed, holding the guy in a strong, painful grip. The other, who was sitting opposite, jumped in his chair and leaned back, glancing confusedly at his friend, then at Stefan, who froze at the door with an animal grin on his face.
Everyone looked at each other silently, searching for an answer. The mal
