The bar was a front for gambling and other activities he preferred not to think about. He stood momentarily in the doorway listening to the loud tacky music mixed in with the typical cloud of cigarette smoke resembling a London fog. These guys had a reputation for being vicious bastards who enjoyed hurting helpless people. This was also one of the bars, which had little latitude for miss behaviour and particularly drunks. He couldn't have picked a worse place and now he was about to pay for his mistake

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