06-23-2014, 06:49 PM
That sure was an interesting way of paying someone a compliment. It was, Zoya was certain, the only time anyone has ever told her she was good looking enough to be an expensive call girl. “I’m not misinterpreting anything, Pop. Besides, it looks like I got some of my drink on your shirt. Not to mention that I found the way you handled them to be quite satisfying.”
She offered him a quick smile then answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Zoya? This is ivan Sarkozy. I took you for a ride in my police car last week?”
"Yes, yes. I remember. I called you first, Supercop.”
She frowned at the phone for a moment, as if she was going to forget about that particular car ride, but the continued on in a rush. “Listen, I can't talk long now but there is something I wanted to show you. Except, I can’t now... I kind of drank too much. But, I went to the old radio factory... and almost got killed... and then there was this fight..."
"Hold on hold on. You’re talking too fast. A fight? Are you injured? Do you need me to get some help out to you? Tell me exactly where you are."
"What? No, I'm not injured. Someone did grab my ass though. Pops beat them up for me. Um... what was the name of this place... um... Dinksy? Dikintzy?”
She looked over at White, hoping that perhaps he could refresh her foggy memory, but then the name popped into her head. “Dzhanki! I'm not sure how I got here."
"Dzhanki? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m on my way. Jeez Zoya that’s the worst place on my route! Do not go outside. If someone bothers you yell at the top of your- Wait! You’re not alone? Ok. Stay with the old man. I can be there in ten."
“Ok. See you later Supercop.”
She ended the call and pocketed the Wallet back into her jacket.
To White, she grinned and shrugged. “He arrested me once, I guess he’s coming. Now, that beer. I want one too. Think he’d bring it this way or dare I venture out there again?”
Brow arched, she risked a look at the bar and sighed.
She offered him a quick smile then answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Zoya? This is ivan Sarkozy. I took you for a ride in my police car last week?”
"Yes, yes. I remember. I called you first, Supercop.”
She frowned at the phone for a moment, as if she was going to forget about that particular car ride, but the continued on in a rush. “Listen, I can't talk long now but there is something I wanted to show you. Except, I can’t now... I kind of drank too much. But, I went to the old radio factory... and almost got killed... and then there was this fight..."
"Hold on hold on. You’re talking too fast. A fight? Are you injured? Do you need me to get some help out to you? Tell me exactly where you are."
"What? No, I'm not injured. Someone did grab my ass though. Pops beat them up for me. Um... what was the name of this place... um... Dinksy? Dikintzy?”
She looked over at White, hoping that perhaps he could refresh her foggy memory, but then the name popped into her head. “Dzhanki! I'm not sure how I got here."
"Dzhanki? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m on my way. Jeez Zoya that’s the worst place on my route! Do not go outside. If someone bothers you yell at the top of your- Wait! You’re not alone? Ok. Stay with the old man. I can be there in ten."
“Ok. See you later Supercop.”
She ended the call and pocketed the Wallet back into her jacket.
To White, she grinned and shrugged. “He arrested me once, I guess he’s coming. Now, that beer. I want one too. Think he’d bring it this way or dare I venture out there again?”
Brow arched, she risked a look at the bar and sighed.