You’re being taken to die, boy. If you were smart, you would have run for it while I was sleeping
Chaim ushered Marat and Naftali into his most expensive room. “Don’t worry about payment. Stay as long as you like.”
“We’re not staying any longer than this snowstorm lasts. But in the meantime, where’s the alcohol you promised?”
“Coming right up.”
Chaim disappeared from the room and a few moments later returned with a heavy box.
“This alone is worth a small fortune. Enough heavy drinks to last a week…. I’ll come back in a moment with some food.”
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