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“I think I’ll order that,” she replies, entirely unaware that my attention is occupied by someone else.
She must be pretty deep in thought about something, because she’s been unbothered by how distracted I’ve been since we got here.
Faye continues to speak here and there, still lost in her own head, when I see my target get up from his chair and begin walking toward the dimly lit hallway where I assume the bathroom is.
“Fuck,” I say under my breath as I get up from my chair.
“Wait, what? What’s happening?” Faye asks with concern, putting down her menu.
“I’ll be right back, just order two of the same dish if the waiter comes over here,” I say as I briskly walk away from the table toward the mystery European man.
He’s certainly not American, that much can be indicated by his clothes. He’s Slavic for sure, and it’s embarrassing for both him and me that I was able to spot him on such terms. We’re a uniquely dressed subsect of people, that’s for sure.
Right as he turns the corner to enter the bathroom, I pull a knife out of my pocket and hold it against his throat, gripping the back of his coat and shoving him against the wall.
“What the fuck?!” he shouts, wriggling unsuccessfully under my hand.
“What are you doing here?” I growl under my breath.
“What?!” he replies incredulously. His accent is familiar, but I can’t place the dialect.
“You know what. Why the fuck are you here? Did Grisha send you?” I ask, pressing him harder into the wall.
“Who the fuck is Grisha? Is this a scam? Do you just want my wallet?” he replies as his anxiety begins to boil over. He feels trapped, which is exactly what I want.
I groan. “Just tell me what you’re doing here and we don’t have to have any problems, do you understand me?”
I flip him over, holding the knife to his neck still as I stare daggers into his petrified eyes.
“I’m here on business! I traveled from Belarus to help develop nanobots for cancer research!” he replies indignantly.
I freeze.
His accent is Belarusian, not Russian.
“Hey, I’m so sorry, I think we have a misunderstanding,” I say, releasing him and withdrawing my knife.
He shakes me off him. “Yeah, no shit, you fucking asshole.”
“Here, just wait a sec,” I say, pulling out my wallet and giving him all the cash I have. “Take this and go. Do not go to the cops, I’m warning you.”
He stares at me for a moment, totally stunned. “You’re lucky I’m not a dick like you, man. Jesus.”
After taking the cash, he rushes out of the bathroom before I can even see what direction he’s moving in. I follow close behind, watching him grab his things from his table and practically sprint out the door.
I don’t trust him not to call the cops, so I quickly move from the bathroom back to our table near the window. I watch outside for a moment to see if any police cars are arriving or circling the property, and so far we’re safe.
But only for now.
“Faye, we have to leave. Now,” I say, my voice rushed and agitated.
“What? Why? We haven’t even ordered,” she replies with disappointment. “I really wanted to have the steak.”
“I’ll buy you ten steaks once I know we’re in the clear. Until then, get up so we can get out of here as fast as possible.”
I grab her hand, practically picking her up and dragging her out before she has a chance to collect herself. “What the fuck is going on?!”
“I’ll explain later, just act casual until we’re back at the hotel,” I command as I lead her out.
