He was sitting at home in his office, a bottle of vodka in front of him and a cigarette between his pale lips.
Wuxuu u riyaaqi jiray in uu ku fadhiisto kursi yar oo yaalay xabsigiisa hortiisa, hortiisa waxaa yaalla miis yar oo suran calanka Ciraaq, waxbuu ku qortaa, asaga oo cabaya sigaarka Cuban-ka.