It was then that a pair of men walked into the store. A tall, lanky brown-haired man along with a smaller blond of a more sturdy build.
"I'm getting tired of looking for this Greek and his fena," complained the blond.
"Relax my friend, the city isn't that large. We're bound to..Vaclav..the girl over there."
"What are you talking about, Bohumil?" The blond glances in the direction the taller man points.
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