Three Thugs Knocked on the Old Man’s Door Thinking He Was Easy Prey — They Had No Idea What Was Waiting Inside

The particular way they held their shoulders — tight, ready. The studied casualness of their posture that was trying to hide something else underneath.

“What do you want?” he said.

“Your house. And we’ll part peacefully.”

A pause.

“No. Any other questions?”

Maxim blinked. This wasn’t how it went. No wasn’t the response. Fear was the response. Confusion,continue reading …