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I don’t know how I’m gonna do it, but I createdMolniyaand I’m going to keep selling it.
Adrik said he always wants me on his team?
He’s going to see what it looks like when I’m not.
* * *
Five hours later,I give the waiter I tip much larger than I can actually afford, and I stumble out of the restaurant.
Way too blitzed to ride a bike, I leave my motorcycle in the alley and hail a cab instead.
I need a new ally.
There’s only one place to find them.
The cab pulls up in front of Apothecary, the driver squinting at the faded wooden sign.
“Vy uvereny, chto eto pravil'noye mesto?” You sure this is the right place?
“Nope,” I grunt, stumbling out of the backseat.
I try to pull myself together enough that I won’t look like a blazing hot mess, checking my reflection in the dark-tinted windows covered over with iron bars. The effect is disturbing—like I’m looking at myself inside a Russian prison cell. Eyes hollow, hair deranged.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter. “Didn’t I use to be hot?”
I try not to sway like I’m on sea-legs, heading down into the dim, smoky club.
Doin’ Time – Lana Del Rey
Spotify → geni.us/savage-spotify
Apple Music → geni.us/savage-apple
Mykah is behind the bar as usual, mixing up cocktails for the girls clustered along the bar, showing off their legs on the high stools. I wave to Polina. She gives me a wink in return, sipping her Mai Tai.
“Adrik pridet?”Mykah calls to me.Is Adrik coming?
“He’s meeting me here in an hour,” I lie.
Mykah has Adrik on speed-dial. He would 100% rat me out if he thought Adrik was looking for me.
Though for all I know, Adrik is happy as a clam at home. He and Jasper and Vlad could be toasting at the kitchen table, glad to be rid of me. Thinking how they’re gonna spend their money now that they only have to split it six ways. Ungrateful motherfuckers.
I slide onto the stool next to Polina. Tonight she’s wearing a silvery dress with a fringe around the hem, which makes her look like a flapper. Her black bob is a shining cap, her lips painted hot pink to match her shoes.
“Kaz biznes?”I ask her.How’s business?
“Slow.”
“Well lemme buy you a drink at least.”
“Somebody bought you too many drinks,” she laughs.
“That somebody was me. I’m tryna take advantage of myself,” I slur.
Mykah brings me a Moscow Mule before I even have to ask.
“You really do make the best Mules here,” I tell him. “The name is deserved. One more for Polina, too.”
