Leo (Part II)

And going back to Leo, this vodka with him I drank with great amenity.

"I don’t have a lot of time, you’ll walk with me a bit, we’ll talk.” 

He paid, we left. 

In the great evening autumn sun the establishment would be beautiful, were a third of the stone structure added to it over the centuries not pockmarked by artillery fire and bombardment. The uniquely saw tooth gothic-style roof too left much to desire. 

"My dear,” Leo began, “my talk will be short, the enjoyment that interests you costs a hundred. You’ll pay, nothing will cause you a headache, and in two weeks at the latest, you’ll grind the cobblestone on KU-DAMMU or SCHWABINGU, whichever you prefer.” 

“A hundred what?” I asked naively. 

“A hundred thousand złoty. You don’t have to tell me anything, I know everything from Bławat. Cześć, get the money,” he disappeared inside the gates of his home. 

I remained on the street with mouth agape. 

Now, with regards to the sum, the science began.