Last Violent Call

by Chloe Gong

“Personally, I think I drive quite well for someone who had chauffeurs all his life.” “Oooh, he had chauffeurs.” “Dorogaya, I know you are not making fun of me right now.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” Juliette demanded. “Again?”

“You can have my neck later when we’re not committing crime.” “Promise?” “Have I ever broken a promise?” Before Juliette could say a thing, Roma spun her around, walking them forward. “No—don’t answer that. Rhetorical question.”

“I didn’t know you could braid hair,” she remarked. Roma made a haughty sound. “Who do you think did Alisa’s hair every morning?” “I don’t think I ever saw Alisa with a braid.” “Yes, well—”

“Hmm?” “We should have a fight.” Roma made a perplexed sound, thinking he had misheard her. “I beg your pardon?”

“Sokov. I am Benedikt Ivanovich Sokov. Perfectly normal, no?”