Helltown

Good trade?

"Why do you think I want anything?" she said, slightly tense.

"As I mentioned previously. I know people. I can read them like cards," he expressed with hair-raising confidence. "I know you did not come here just to catch up. You barely talked to me to begin with. And here you are, pouring your sob story, like you don't have fleets of admirers back home, gushing on your every word."

"Oh! If he only knew," Jane cackled, scornfully.

"Be honest. What is the real reason for this unexpected visitation?"

She sighed, hoisting the heavy bag from her shoulder. "You are right. The real reason I am here is to trade."

Stalin glanced inside the bag and gasped with delight.

The guard stood outside with his hands crossed. His coworkers were returning with the carriage. Judging by their moans, they did not handle the change from a four-wheel drive to a tricycle well.

Laughter came from the dilapidated hut, swiftly turning his attention towards it.

The two smiling people emerged. "I had a wonderful time