They naturally could not expect to get to stay in a luxury hotel in such a small mountain town.
The hotel the Markelov brothers took them to was a townhouse, a three-story building built on a hill, with the first floor for the owner's bedroom, a kitchen and a dining room, and the second and third floors for rent.
The owner of the hotel was the mayor of the town. Little Markelov knocked on the door and a head popped out. The man rubbed his eyes the instant he saw him. Then he shouted happily in Myanmar.
Big Markelov turned his head, smiled and said, "This is mayor Miao Angdeng. Someone wanted to take advantage of the war to rob the town, and we saved their family because we happened to stumble upon them by coincidence."
Unlike most of the people in Myanmar, the mayor was pale-skinned and delicate, with gold-rimmed glasses and a touch of literati aura in his demeanor.
