"Cija!" – I start at the sound of his voice as he steps out of the lift, bags in hand, wearing a suit and overcoat. Flakes of snow still cling to hi...s clothes and sharply cut black hair but they are rapidly melting. My face breaks into a smile but I also feel tears prick my eyes, I walk unsteadily towards him and my throat closes around his name. He also is smiling, and he is wrestling his bags to his door, feeling in his pocket for keys, looking flustered. He gives up the search, putting his. He is a good friend of Vic, the man who bought the mansion and went visit his old friend at his request. They were partners in virtually everything, mostly on finding sexual partners for their adventures.“Let’s hope Vic brought me for good stuff…”As he thought that, he found a door. When opening, he found pretty much what he was keen to…“Hello, my friend, welcome to my humble abode”He saw Vic, sitting in an armchair, in front to a bed. In that bed, a redhead woman and a black maid underneath. ”He stiffened, “you were not supposed to get here until next week.”I moved towards the large window, “I will need the station reports for the last month and all constable evaluation reports.”The merchant glared, “I do not care who you are, get out or...”I sighed and turned, “lieutenant arrest this moron and put him in the drunk cell for a few days.”He looked at the captain who looked pale, “but...”I pulled my weapon, “obey lieutenant or leave your rank and badge on my desk.”He swallowed as the. While they cleaned and skinned the deer, Mak made a small bow from a willow twig and a strip of sinew. With a couple of chunks of wood salvaged from a downed tree, this made a crude but serviceable fire drill.Soon his efforts were rewarded by a thin trickle of smoke, and he fed wisps of dry moss to the glowing coal. By the time the meat was ready to cook they had a brisk fire in a circle of rocks. Soon the smell of roasting venison had their mouths watering. They ate all that they could hold,.