chapter 5.
Volchek turned into a darkened alleyway where he halted his prized posession of transportation. He stepped out, cigarette in hand and walked over to the side of a building. The door opened a crack to see who was outside and beady little black eyes peered from within.
"About time. You're late." the gruff voice from the other side of the door spoke
"Yea, I know, I got held up." Volchek ran his hand over his head.
"This is the third time its happened, once 더 많이 and I'm cutting 당신 off."
"C'mon O'Malley 당신 wouldn't do that, that's bad business skills right there"
"No, its a smart business...
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