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Eik and Bibi are laying close up at each other, almost intertwined, on a shabby

box mattress inside the second room.
Dan and Maria lie naked on the couch at each end, with Dan's dirty duvet

covering them. Janokovic sleeps heavily on the floor besides the couch. Nigel has

made a bed of leftover cushions, and is lying in the same room as Eik and Winnie,
snoring loudly as he usually does.

Eugene gets up and sneaks in where Matt has thrown his clothes around, and

starts systematically rummaging through his pockets, quickly noticing a leather
bound wallet in the inside pocket of his jacket. He yanks out the wallet and finds

that it is filled with banknotes. He slowly picks out the bills and sticks it in his
own pocket; it is impossible for him to see what kind of bills it is, because of the

darkness. After emptying the wallet, he sticks it back in the jacket pocket. He

then proceeds to Eik's clothes, which are cluttered in a bundle on the floor. He
grabs Eik’s red satin jacket with his hand; the wallet almost pops out. Eik has

apparently been so wasted that he has forgotten all about how much money he’s

been carrying around. Eugene takes out the wallet in a hurry; it's even thicker
than Matts. He empties all its contents - coins and banknotes. A little further

away, Janokovic lies in a fetal position on the floor with his jacket twisted around
him. He snores loudly. Eugene slithers right besides him, Janokovic's one arm is

lying over the jacket, covering most of the back. With a handy manoeuvre,

Eugene wedges a hand in where he expects the inside pocket of the jacket to be,
and quite rightly, there it is, the wallet. He finds a button on his jacket pocket,

which he unbuttons. Janokovic is still heavily asleep; he yanks the wallet out and

tears apart the rubber band around it. There’s plenty of hard-pressed banknotes
in the wallet that almost pops out as he picks it up, he empties it like other ones

and leaves it.

With his pockets full of cash, he slides silently towards the exit, he opens the
door, and as silently as he can he walks out into the night without shoes. He

moves down the stairs; he hasn’t heard a sound from anybody yet. At the end of

the stairs, he sits down, puts on his shoes, and looks around in the dark to make
sure that none of the neighbourhood scum is watching him. He walks behind the

building, in the backyard. There smells of piss and epoxy from the glue factory
waste. The glue factory is located in one of the buildings behind, and a few of the