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My head still feels fuzzy as I start up the moped, the vibrations from the engine seeming to rattle my skull as I pull away from the back door of the bar. I’ve got a drop-off and a collection this time. I have one parcel to collect from a house on the outskirts of the city, which needs taking to a corner shop. From there, I have to collect another parcel and take it back to the house. There’s a big pay packet for this one. I don’t know how much, but I get the feeling that Marek and Andrej will see me good.
The journey to the house takes me alongside the Danube, and then up a steep hill which brings the speed of the moped down to a shade over 10mph at full throttle. I’ve half a feeling it’d be quicker to get off and push. When I finally get to the house, the first thing that strikes me
