Kostya.

   From the abrupt change of location, I didn’t even immediately guess where I was. There was a smell of bitter cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol all around, and the deafening music from the loudspeakers cut the ear. Looking closer, I finally remembered the place where I am now - the Laguna bar. It was here that Mikhail and Korotkov called me to find out my answer to the offer of a "job" ...

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   You don't often see you with alcohol. I heard Korotkov's voice. He and Michael sat at the bar. Mikhail was already pretty drunk, but he ordered more drinks, both for himself and for Korotkov, who...