‘You must need something. Americans always need something.’
‘I don’t need anything. Now go away,’ said Jackson firmly.
‘Caviar? Russian dolls? General’s uniform? Fur hat? Woman?’
Jackson looked down at the boy for the first time. He was draped from head to toe in a sheepskin jacket three sizes too large for him. On his head he wore a cap made out of rabbitskin that Jackson felt he needed more every minute. The boy’s smile revealed two missing teeth.
‘A woman? At five o’clock in the morning?’
‘Good time for woman. But perhaps you prefer man?’
‘How much do you charge for your services?’
‘What type of services?’ asked the boy, looking suspicious.
‘As a runner.’
‘Runner?’
‘Helper, then.’
‘Helper?’
‘Assistant.’
‘Ah, you mean partner, like in American movies.’
‘OK, so now we’ve agreed on your job description, wiseguy, how much do you charge?’
‘Per day? Per week? Per month?’
‘Per hour.’
‘How much you offer?’
‘Quite the little entrepreneur, aren’t we?’
‘We learn from Americans,’ said the boy, with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.
‘One dollar,’ said Jackson.
The boy began laughing. ‘I may be wiseguy, but you are comedian. Ten dollars.’
‘That’s nothing less than extortion.’
The boy looked puzzled for the first time.
‘I’ll give you two.’
‘Six.’
‘Four.’
‘Five.’
‘Agreed,’ said Jackson.
The boy raised the palm of his right hand high in the air, something else he’d seen in American movies. Jackson slapped it. The deal was struck. The boy immediately checked the time on his Rolex watch.