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Tougane took a mouthful of the whiskey and bent down to seal their lips together and pour the liquid into Ginoza’s mouth. Ginoza’s eyes widened, but swallowed the pills and the alcohol, throat burning.
Tougane kept his face close to Ginoza’s, looking closely as Ginoza swallowed and then opened his mouth to take some air. “Yes, just like that. You know what to do next, don’t you?”











