It was dark in the black Chevrolet El Camino. The driver looked sullenly at how the red light changed to green, listened to the conversation behind

The guy in the backseat looked uncertainly at the gun and whispered to the man

— Dude, it's the Colombians. They'll skin us alive if they catch us...

His interlocutor loaded the barrel, a click was heard

— You fucked me up, Billy. We need their merchandise. Five kilos, pussy. Our five kilos of pure powder, under their floor.