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“Hello?” I answer.

“Tomas. It’s Matvei.”

“Good to hear from you, my friend,” I tell him. “How are things?”

I can hear him sigh, and the clink and rattle of ice cubes in a glass of whiskey. He sounds stressed. “Fucking Albanians are acting up again,” he tells me. “I thought I’d ask you to lend a h...