Book2:KigdomIteDreams

ldfriend.Butnoonekhisdoor.However,someonewasknogathiswindow.

    “Hey,Dimitri!Dimitri!Areyouthere?”Dimitrikhevoice.ItwashisoldfriendRichard.IfRichardwasthere,Jamazcouldnotbefarbehind.Hepulleduphiswindowandexcimed,

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    “Hey,youson-of-a-gun!Wherehaveyoubeely?Whatbringsyouheretoday?”HefeltapaperboxbeingshovedintohishandsandRichardsaid,“Takethisinfirst.”Dimitrifeltitallovertheboxawasaboxofbeer.Afterthat,Richardhandedhimbottlesofwhisky,brandy,vodkaandeseGaoLiangthroughthewindow.Thencameariandafewdishesoffood.Richardleaptinthroughthewindow,followedbyanotherheftyfigure,Jamaz,whoalsojumpedin.

    JazzmusiedinDimitri’ssmallroom.Itcamefromanold,dipidatedradiowhichDimitrihadpickedupinthegarb