"Old Patraich!" The middle-aged man wearing suit came forward.
George who was sitting on the sofa slowly raised his head as he looked at the man. His eyes swept of the middle-aged man's body and saw the other figure behind him. His gloomy face turned into a smile: "Bishop Parker! I didn't think that you would personally come to visit me. I thank you for that. I'm ashamed to meet you in such a shabby place. Should we get something to drink?"
The old man lifted the hood covering his head. He slightly shook his head: "Old patriarch, its me that's ashamed not being able to get you out of here. I'm really sorry..."
"Sorry?" George was startled as he listened to the man's words. He felt a hunch that something bad had happened. He looked at the middle-aged man: "Blatter, whats happening?"
