I'd like to open an account trental cost I paid Anzor what he said he thought he was worthÃ¢ÂÂ$10 an hour. He refused more, and even this sum was hard to give, as he waved the money away, saying It's nothing. I knew that Chechen hospitality demanded that he offer to do everything for a friend for free, so I pushed the bills into his shirt pocket and the ashtray of his car. He never acknowledged the cash and pretended not to care, but as he wrestled with my engine and cursed in Russian, I knew he had plenty of troubles. He was learning English slowly. Even if he were the best mechanic in Boston, I was probably the only person who would ever know it.
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