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Stepan deplaned, climbing down the steps to the tarmac. He'd never been to Banja Luka before. But the sights, the smells, the people, it all made this place feel like home. Certainly moreso than the hard streets of Ouistreham.
Inside the terminal, Stepan collected this luggage and passed through customs without a problem. His papers were of the highest quality of forgery, certainly enough to get past a bohunk immigration official in Crotobaltislavonia.
Outside, Stepan hailed a cab. "The Tenth Quarter. The Drive. Number Five-One-Five."
Inside the terminal, Stepan collected this luggage and passed through customs without a problem. His papers were of the highest quality of forgery, certainly enough to get past a bohunk immigration official in Crotobaltislavonia.
Outside, Stepan hailed a cab. "The Tenth Quarter. The Drive. Number Five-One-Five."