HEIR from the STREET

CHAPTER 125

"GET US TWO shots of Russian vodka, eh?" Igor called to the bartender.

She looked at them dryly and lazily reached for the cabinet of drinks behind her. She poured it into two small glass cups and pushed it expertly so that it came to a stop directly in front of each man.

"I didn't come here to drink, Uncle," Maxim muttered.

"But nothing is stopping you," Igor said, drinking his glass in one gulp. He patted Maxim behind his back and said, "Go on," He urged.

Maxim hesitantly drained his glass.

"Bring us two more, eh," Igor called again to the bartender.

Maxim looked like he was about to argue, but he clamped his mouth shut and allowed himself to be cajoled into drinking by his uncle. After they had gone through 4 shots of vodka, his uncle Igor finally said, "So… You are here."

Maxim nodded, "I am."

"What brings you here?" Igor asked, "You look troubled."

"That is because I am troubled," Maxim said. "Dis I tell you about a tape?"

"What tape?" Igor asked absently. He signaled to