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sometimes. Living in a world of sadness makes one see nothing but darkness sometimes.”
    “Hey, Serge, it’s not like we won’t have time in future to dwell on the past.”
    “You’re right there, Tanya.” He rose his glass of wine in the air.”To better times.”
    “Here, here.” Tanya laughed and met his glass with hers.
    * * * *
    Their stomachs filled with good food, they walked across the street in to the small pub that was crammed with locals. Despite the cold weather, the low ceiling and coal fire created a humid atmosphere. A highland band played in the corner and generated a rowdy mood. A pint of brown ale in hand, Serge glanced about the packed room. “There are no chairs, Tanya.”
    “Sit on the stool there.”
    “What about you?”
    “I can sit on you .”
    “Oh, Ok.” Serge lightly held her as Tanya sat on his knee and crossed her legs, her short black dress rode up her shapely thigh.
    ”So, a handsome man like you. You must have had more than your fair share of girlfriends over the years.”
    “Not as many as I would have liked.”
    “I think every man feels that way.”
    “Most my girls have been short term …. But I was married a long time ago.”
    “I didn’t know.”
    Serge’s voice was layered with regret. “Yeah, but she wanted what I couldn’t give her.”
    “Kids.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Because of your line of work, though, right?”
    “Yeah.” Serge took a drink from his pint glass. “Of course.”
    “Farming is more of a family thing.”
    Serge grinned. “Yes, I would think so.”
    Tanya laughed and sipped her vodka. “You’ll be looking for a wife then?”
    “I don’t see any reason why I wouldn’t.”
    * * * *
    The highland band had finished and the juke box played soft rock ballads. Tanya stood and took serge’s hand. “Would you dance with me?”
    “Tanya, I can’t dance.” Serge’s face was a picture of fear. “Really, I can’t .”
    “Prove to me that you can’t.”Tanya strutted towards the dance. She glanced over her shoulder. “This girl doesn’t take no for an answer.”
    Serge loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “Here goes.”
    Tanya wore a sultry smile as Serge approached. She placed her arms around his broad shoulders. “I’m glad you came for me.” She felt his strong arms tie around her waist as his breath brushed her cheek. “Dance with me.” Dropping her hands to his waist she could feel him swaying to the rhythm, but his feet lagged behind. Wearing a smile she met his eyes. “Loosen up, Serge.”
    “I’ve never been a dancer.”
    “Rubbish, everyone can dance a little.”
    “I don’t want to look foolish.”
    ”Who cares what you look like.” Tanya smiled. “You should only worry about me, as I only thinking of you.”
    Serge closed in until their noses touched. “I ….”
    Tanya winced as he stood on her toe. Stepping back she bumped into a man carrying two pints of ale, sending the glasses smashing to the floor. She turned around with ale trickling down her arms. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to….”
    Serge put his hands up and stepped over to the man. “I’m sorry. My fault entirely.”
    The man wiped the beer from his clothes. “What the fuck, Mate?”
    “It was my fault. Here, let me buy you another two pints.”
    “This white shirt is ruined, cost me fifty quid. Are you going to pay for that too?”
    “Look, it was an accident. Accidents happen. Now come on, I’ll replace the beer and you can keep the change from the tenner. That’s reasonable enough.”
    “Is it fuck.”
    “Don’t swear in front of my woman.”
    “Fuck you.”
    Serge took a ten pound note from his pocket and raised it front of the man’s face. “Take the money and leave.” The man went to take the note. But as he grasped the note, Serge snatched at his hand and whipped him towards him. Twisting the man’s arm and fixing it behind his back. Serge slammed him face first into the table. “I suggest you lean some