Debts

“Raven...” she sighed and started mechanically folding the napkin, without even noticing it. “Just consider...” “No,” he interrupted her calmly. “I’ll pass. I do not enjoy pain, and I am not suicidal. Therefore, I am going to decline this incredibly tempting offer to rob one of the most insane men in history of the world.” “He is not insane,” she grimaced. “He is...” Here she shrugged lightly. “...kinky,” she finished. “No, Magda,” he said patiently. “I am kinky; he is downright insane. I am not doing it, all right? Tell whoever contacted you that they would have to find someone else.” “They want you, Raven,” she sighed and put the napkin aside. “They specified that. They want you and nobody else.” “Magda, no...” She sighed again and quickly wrote something on the folded napkin. “Here,” she pushed it towards him. “This they are willing to pay up front. After the job is finished, they will pay three times as much.” He looked at the number and blinked. His math was good. He wasn’t in dire need for money – in fact, he was rather well off, but this amount was beyond obscene. Also, he couldn’t help but think that if he managed to pull this off, he would be the first (and probably the only) one to take something away from Julian Salamander.