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fucking stupid lady. What did you think? Stealing money and drugs from somebody like Miroslav? MIROSLAV!” Shaking her head in disbelief Senka produces a pack of Russian Sobranie cigarettes. She offers Paula one.
    â€œI…I just wanted the extra to get by, to get things for Emma and me.”
    Senka snorts as she lights up. “And also to feed your own little habit, right? Am I right?”
    Paula bows her head in guilt. Defeated she plays with her brightly coloured cigarette.
    â€œUh uh, so don’t play games with me, playing your fucking stupid games is what got you into this mess in the first place”.
    â€œLook, look I’ll do what it takes to make things right, to straighten things out. I’ll…I’ll run the gear for you guys; I’ll get the cash back, make it up to you. Just please don’t hurt my daughter, she’s just a kid, she is all I have.”
    Senka raises that eyebrow again. Holding her cigarette in the continental manner she tilts her head back and blows a long skinny column of purple smoke into the air.
    â€œJust like that eh? You think someone like Miroslav really gives a fuck about you and this bullshit arrangement you made?” Then the clincher “Have you ever heard of the Zemun Clan?” Paula’s blank expression confirms that she hasn’t.
    Senka blows more smoke. “The Zemun are a very powerful crime syndicate based in Belgrade, that’s in Serbia before you ask. It was their drugs and cash you stole, they’re not impressed”. She pauses to suck the life from her Sobranie. “You stole from some fucking serious players Paula, I’m actually surprised you are still alive.”
    â€œI…I didn’t know, didn’t know who they were, I’ve never heard about any of this Zemun stuff! I got involved with them, yes, but in the end I ended doing shit I didn’t want to do.”
    â€œWelcome to my world.”
    â€œYour world?”
    From inside Senka’s Louis Vuitton handbag her mobile phone doubles tones. Paula watches as Senka digs out her iPhone and reads the incoming text. “Listen, I have to go,” she stubs out her cigarette and both women stand.
    Paula gets anxious. “Go? Go where? Who was that? What about my daughter?”
    â€œPaula your daughter is fine, it might take a while to sort this out and get her back, but she is fine.”
    Paula is definitely not having that, “When? When do I get her back? For fuck’s sake, I’m going to the Police!”
    Senka steps forward, she needs to control this. “Listen to me! Do you want Emma back? Do you? Then forget about going to the Police, she will be dead or out of the country before the fucking Police can arrange the overtime. Don’t be a bloody fool.”
    â€œThen what? What the hell is going on? You come here with your bullshit stories. Why the hell should I listen to you?”
    â€œI am not playing games here Paula and I’m not bullshitting you. You must speak with no one about my being here; you must say nothing to anybody.” She raises her finger to emphasise, “That’s anybody.”
    â€œI don’t…”
    â€œUnderstand? You don’t understand much do you? I’m the only friend you have right now. I have my own reasons for being here but we will do things my way, and then maybe we both get what we want.” Senka turns and breezes down the hallway.
    As Paula hears her front door slam she crosses the room and opens a drawer on the sideboard.
    She pauses as she looks down at a soup spoon heavy with burn marks, some elastic ties, disposable syringes and other drug paraphernalia.
    Outside, parked in a resident’s only bay at the base of Paula’s block, Miroslav’s driver Marko sits patiently waiting behind the wheel of a metallic blue BMW X5 4x4.
    A wiry built man, Marko wears two days growth and the obligatory black leather jacket of an eastern euro. His