"Good evening, Tom, are you...are you going to close the store?"
A brown-haired middle-aged man glanced at the empty bar, his eyes fell on the bar owner who was cleaning the table, and he raised his hand to greet him.
"Not yet, but it's almost there." Old Tom threw down the rag and complained with a gloomy face. "It's been very bad recently, and there are groups of people who eat and drink for free. They will go bankrupt sooner or later. What do you want to drink?"
"A glass of hot whiskey."
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