Peer (carefully) through the window-frames and you can see doors hanging from hinges and semi-carpeted floors.

They sat near the window in a green velvet box. I could see from the outside they weren’t worth too much, they were matched, but they were bloodstones, a semi-precious stone at that.

The Russian took out a large bottle of vodka, poured each of his companions a drink and then hurled the semi full bottle out the window.