"How do you do, Mr. uggs discount Czernobog?"
     "I do old. My guts ache, and my back hurts, and I cough my chest apart every morning."
     "Why you are standing at the door?" asked a woman's voice. Shadow looked over Czernobog's shoulder, at the old woman standing behind him. She was smaller and frailer than her sister, but her hair was long and still golden. "I am Zorya Utrennyaya," she said. "You must not stand there in the hall. You must go in, sit down. I will bring you coffee."
     Through the doorway into an apartment discout ugg boots that smelted like overboiled cabbage and cat box and unfiltered foreign cigarettes, and they were ushered through a tiny hallway past several closed doors to the sitting room at the far end of the corridor, and were seated on a huge old horsehair sofa, disturbing an elderly gray cat in the process, who stretched, stood up, and walked, stiffly, to a distant part of the sofa, where he lay down, warily stared at each of them in turn, then closed one uggs discount eye and went back to sleep. Czernobog sat in an armchair across from them.
     Zorya Utrennyaya found an empty ashtray and placed it beside Czernobog. "How you want your coffee?" she asked her guests. "Here we take it black as night, sweet as sin."
     "That'll be fine, ma'am," said Shadow. He looked out of the window, at the buildings across the street.
     Zorya Utrennyaya went out. Czernobog stared at her as she left. "That's a good woman," he said. "Not like her sisters. One ugg boots cheap sale of them is a harpy, the other, all she does is sleep." He put his slippered feet up on a long, low coffee table, a chess board inset in the middle, cigarette burns and mug rings on its surface.
     "Is she your wife?" asked Shadow.
     "She's nobody's wife." The old man sat in silence for a moment, looking down at his rough hands. "No. We are all relatives. We come over here together, long time ago."
     From the pocket of his bathrobe, Czernobog produced ugg boots on sale a pack of unfiltered cigarettes. Wednesday pulled out a narrow gold lighter and lit the old man's cigarette. "First we come to New York," said Czernobog. "All our countrymen go to New York. Then, we come out here, to Chicago. Everything got very bad. Even in the old country, they had nearly forgotten me. Here, I am just a bad memory. You know what I did when I got to Chicago?"