Table for one

[Andre DuBois]

A third joined the bar. Many more and it was sure to be a rowdy bunch. The bolts around Andre’s professional armor loosened a tad as he was sucked into the revelry. Or perhaps it was the Russian liquor. Andre’s butt puckered a little at mention of the Yakuza. “I thought they were a comic book horde,” he laughed.  The trunk of an arm thrust out, “Andre,” he said, but the other guy was too far to reach so he tossed over a salute. Awkward exchange of names completed.

“Any other secret societies I should know about that’s real in Moscow?”