As every day is the same, you work, work more and more. The pay isn't bad but the people who frequently come to the store are...dangerous gangsters, they never mess with you or anything like that

But today was very strange. A tall man came in and got some wine and came to the cashier to pay The man was well dressed, he didn't look like a gangster, he looked at you in silence, his voice low and hoarse

"A pack of cigarettes too, mark -XXXX'."