kept a number of intelligence people on the payroll to supply their colleagues with counterintelligence. Let's go. The second rule of gunrunning is: Always ensure you have a foolproof way to get paid. Preferably in advance... ideally to an off-shore account. That's why I chose my customers so carefully. Say what you like about warlords and dictators... they tend to have a highly developed sense of order. They always pay their bills on time. What is this? Six kilos of pure. I can't hand this to my fucking bank teller at Chase Manhattan. Listen, asshole, you should be thanking me. Have you checked the street price today? With the seizures at the border last week, it's jumped thirty percent. Whoa... whoa-whoa! I sell guns. I don't sell drugs. Diversify. I've got standards. You don't pay, you don't play. Fuck you! What are you doing? Fuck you! Fuck you! No, you don't fuck him. We can work something out. No, Vit! We have a deal! The first and most important rule of gunrunning... is never get shot with your own merchandise. Are you okay? I think so. So what do we do now? Let's celebrate. That narco guerilla had his facts right. After shipping it stateside, the return on that blow netted me a healthy profit. It would have been even better, except one kilo never made it back. Vitaly? Vit! To this day I don't know what Vitaly... ...was running away from. Maybe just from Vitaly. I found him twelve days, two thousand miles, and one hundred and fifty grams later in a Bolivian boarding house. Of course, my dream girl had gone there before me. Vit! Come on! Fuck, Yuri's back. It's my brother, Yuri. He's my big brother. What the fuck is that? Ukraine. I was young, but I remember. Look... I start in Odessa, right? And then I work my way to the Crimean You'll be dead before you fucking reach Kiev! We're going home. Come on, You fuck! You fucking fuck! You fucking fuck... What the fuck is your problem? Come on, Vit. J.F.K. Airport, New York - 1989 Yuri, it's so nice to be home. Yeah, good work. We're gonna get you home. Come on. St. Francis Rehabilitation Center Get out of the car. Vitaly, I need you to get out of the car. I promised our parents. Please. Vitaly, you're going to have a great time. This is a top place. Two Ford models checked in last week. And that cute weather girl's been here since July. Please. Please, Yuri. You're a good brother. You're a good brother, Yuri. Okay. All right. Good brother. All right. Get out of the car. Okay Get out of the car. From then on I was a one-man operation. I never understood what separated... the recreational drug user from the habitual. But for the grace of God... it could've been me snorting lines as long as the Belt Parkway. However, I wasn't entirely free of the grip of addiction myself. There she was again. Ava Fontaine. In my neighborhood they say, "The good get out." In our own ways, we'd both conquered the world. St. Barts, French Caribbean - 1989 You can't force somebody to fall in love with you. But you can definitely improve your odds. It cost me 20 grand to book he for a fake photo shoot. Another twelve to buy out the hotel. Popular hotel, huh? Ava Fontaine. Yuri Orlov. What brings you to St. Barts? Photo shoot. At least, that was the plan. I guess the photographer got stuck in Miami. Hurricane. Though there's nothing on the news. Those things can come out of nowhere. So... the job's been cancelled, and wouldn't you know it, there's no flight to New York until Tuesday. You can hitch a ride with me if you like. I'm leaving tomorrow. Meanwhile, why don't I take your picture? In my experience, some of the most successful relationships... are based on lies and deceit. Since that's where they usually end up anyway... it's a logical place to start. Right there. Hold it there. Oh, my God! I nearly went broke trying to convince her I was ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Отряд Дельта на английском - текст Артур 2 на английском - текст Адмирал на английском - текст С глаз - долой, из чарта - вон! на английском - текст Тепловой удар на английском |