Marek said nothing when he went off with the Czech punter. Not “can I” not “should I", not any word at all. He smiled and raised his eyebrows at me when Arssi asked him to come over and meet the punter; I said nothing. He went anyway.
As they were sitting there chatting Marek kept shooting me dark, sideways glances. We were only two tables apart. I put on my sternest face, I hoped. At one point I raised my . . .
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