Chapter 236: What To Do With Burnt Goods?

Baldy was a nickname that Leszek Lasocki disliked. It didn't fit his new status as a serious businessman involved in international trade. He had earned it when he was young, when he and other football fans shaved their heads bald and smashed the supporters of another football team with baseball bats.

The good old days, he thought. A nice, sentimental memory. It was the only one he had left from those years. And, of course, the nickname. And a reputation. This one was feared by everyone. That's why he never fought his nickname, although he really hated it.

But he hated it even more when his people negotiated behind his back.

So now, instead of dealing with serious matters, he was walking through the loading bay, where several containers were waiting. They will wait only until the evening, then they will continue on their way west.