Now, Filip was in a tough spot. Gathering all his determination, he threw back the shot of whisky in front of him.

Before he could catch his breath, another glass was handed to him. One shot led to the next, and soon he was on his eighth.

Feeling miserable from the cold he caught earlier, his headache had eased a bit, only to come roaring back now that he’d downed so much alcohol. He swayed unsteadily and felt like he might topple over any second.

Filip’s alcohol ...