"Nik, that i***t!" Damien grabbed the chair in front of him and kicked it to the side. He punched the table, breathing heavily.
"Dude, calm down," Robbie winced.
"Don't tell me to calm down," Damien barked. "Mudak..." he murmured under his breath.
"Why are you so angry?" Robbie asked, then immediately regretted as Damien looked at him like he was about to chop his head off.
"My arsehole of a brother made a goddamn mess, and now I'm gonna have to clean it up. f*****g whorehouse, are you kidding me?" Damien snarled.
"They are not whores, more like Geishas, remember?" Robbie joked.
"f**k you, asshole," Damien hissed.
"I'm kidding! What are you gonna do?" Robbie asked, turning serious.
"We are gonna go meet the Persians and try to straighten things out. Run the business my way," Damien
