The man had giant hands, but his figure wasn't large. Most likely he had the genetics of a large man, but grew up in a famished environment. Still he walked around with the air of a giant. Not a gentle giant who wouldn't swat a fly, but the kind who would cut a pig slow just to hear it squeal. He was the closest thing to evil Marcin ever witnessed.

It'd been three months since Marcin's boss had been deported back to his homeland. During this time Marcin kept things running in

Frankfurt

. Everything had been a disaster and Marcin desperately awaited the return of his boss. But there was no confirming message from him. Each week, the large handed bossman said he'd be returning in about two weeks. Two weeks would pass again and Marcin would be told, "I'll find my way there in a week or two, Marcin."

Without the boss he was so busy he barely got to see his

wife

. And yet their relationship had never been better. In the short time they did spend together she looked at him as though he was a new man. Going by her glance, using her eyes as a mirror, he would not recognize himself.

"More 

coffee

, Marcin?"

"Sorry dear. I need to go."

"I know." she stood up to walk him to the door. "I love you."

"I love you, too."