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“It’s 12:00 o’clock, come on let’s get the hell out of here,” Zurab said.
“It is only 11:55, I have five minutes yet, are you trying to start a fight again?”
“I hate that fat bastard,” Zurab said hoping it was loud enough for the service manager to hear.
“Yeah, yeah, what if I said that about your boss?” Vano said.
“Then you would burn in hell because you know damn well that the Bishop Dimitri is a good and decent man,” Zurab said with a laugh, “He’s not a penny pinching slave master,” he said raising his voice again.
“Let’s go out the back way,” Vano said to his friend as he pushed him out the back door ahead of him. The two started walking down the street toward their favorite pub.
“Well, did you think about the offer?” Zurab asked.
“Sure, what’s not to think about, they said that they’ll pay us a lot of money for a few nights work.”
“They said that the pay will be more more money than I’ll make as a janitor at the cathedral over the next ten years.”
“More like twenty years,” Vano said to rile his friend.
Zurab gave his friend a dirty look and said, “Don’t rub it in, but seriously, are we going to do it?”
“I’m looking for a reason not to,” Vano said.
“Are you worried about going to jail?”
“You see where I work, I’m already in jail, with that fat bastard of a warden. I can’t ask for more money because he’ll fire me and hire some young punk straight out of technical college.”
“You’re the best worker he has and you know that he’s going to continue taking advantage and using you till the day you die.”
“And look at you, you could mop a floor in prison just as easy as you can out at the cathedral.”
Zurab laughed nervously, “So we’re going to do it?”
“Might as well, we’ve been friends for a long time.”
“Over twenty years.”
“Then we’ll still be friends when we’re in prison,” Vano said with a laugh.
“Hey, think positive, we’ll still be friends when we’re partying in Paris too.”
The two men high fived each other and walked into the pub.
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