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Grobi slumped on the couch, stretched out his right hand up and thus a dark cloth bag in Mike's field of vision, in which there was little bigger thing than a cigar box. A shoe box did not match the contours too. Rather a hatbox.

„Can you keep it for me?", he askes unceremoniously and placed the bag next to the couch.

„Something in that I need to know?"

„No. And it's just for a couple of days."

„Okay." As a reward Grobi threw a small metal box on the battered table. That's what Mike had been waiting for.