Andrei peeled off five one-thousand-zloty notes. Grabski had never seen so much money. His broad flat fingers, petrified into massive sausages by years of bricklaying, snatched the bills clumsily. ``This ain't enough.''

``You get the rest when I'm safely out of Majdanek.''

``I ain't taking no goddamned chances for no Jew business.''

Andrei and Styka were silent.