He was also apparently an old school friend: short and plump, with a shaved head and cherub mouth. Marek was always in jeans, but this man wore a business suit and a thin leather tie, carried a briefcase. With one arm round Paul’s shoulders and one round his friend’s, Marek introduced them. – Not only my driver, also father of my girlfriend Pia, who is very lovely, dear to my heart. Paul was pressed into the heat of this stranger, smelled on him the different spice of Warsaw, where he had woken and breakfasted that morning. They shook hands, the man’s eyes glittering and clever. – Marek, you’re become a family man? – I like family! Marek insisted. – The right family, I like it. Paul joked. – I’m sticking with him, to keep an eye on him. – And how is Anna? – You know Anna. Always on my case, we have to build the business up.
