Lev waited, cleaning his blade. He looked up when his oldest enemy entered the kitchen.
“Are you going to kill me with that knife or share a glass of wine?” Sergei asked, unimpressed.
Lev sighed in disappointment. “I prefer beer.” Slamming the knife into the table, he drew his gun.
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