I went outside. It was dark, and I was a little grateful for the long sleeved shirt I was wearing. It was brisk for late September. I didn’t like it. But, I was never a fan of the cold.
“Hey, Slava, how’s it going?” I asked.
“Good. Quiet.” He answered.
“Nice.”
There was never any unnecessary chitchat with Slava. He said what was important and focused on his work. After work, he’d talk to Maisy a lot. He was really helping her through her doubts and issues. His application said he was two hundred years old. He didn’t look a day over thirty.
A few people came up, we checked their IDs and let them into the bar. The reason we always had two people outside was because of the type of crowd we could draw. It was a small place and two inside and two on the door let people know we were pr
