“How am I supposed to do this when there are so many of your balls in my way?” “That’s my strategy,” Bood said with a grin. Ilya huffed, took his shot, then watched in dismay as one of Bood’s balls went into a side pocket. Bood cracked up. “See? You do my work for me.” “Like on the ice, you mean?” Bood pointed his cue at him menacingly. “Okay. You can fuck off now.”
