"We're grateful for anything, Dionis, but we can't pay for it," Muhammed remarked.
"Yea, no shit. What do you think I'm doing right now, huh? I'm trying to secure jobs for all of you. Until then, you'll be staying in a hotel," I declared, leading the way to a nearby hotel.
In reality, i didn't have any money and I had to do something about it. The idea crossed my mind to sell the ecstasy to Adem ahead of schedule, as it could alleviate most of my financial woes. However, I knew that by doing so, I would be inviting a swift and ruthless conclusion to my own existence at Adem's hands.
Wandering aimlessly through the quaint streets of Trbovlje, I feigned confidence in my sense of direction, concealing the fact that I had no idea where any hotels were located. The group trailed behind me, engaged in casual chatter, oblivious to my predicament.
