Moving the package around

Vlad produced a shovel from the bed of his truck and handed it to the other man.

“We got to move this around every once in a while,” he said, speaking Russian.

They dug for a few minutes in silence.

“He had bad gas you know,” Vlad said.

“Who?” asked the second man.

“Hitler. He had terrible gas. Couldn’t keep his farts in around dignitaries, heads of state. Would run out the room wheezing like a cheap balloon.”

“Huh,” replied the second man.

Vlad’s shovel hit something hard. They poked it with their shovels. Then they dug around it until they could pull it out.

They threw the shovels in the bed, loaded the foot locker, and drove off.

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