“You go on vacation.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you in the thick of this, Vlad. The DEA will protect you.”
“Have you lost your mind, Max? How’s it going to look if I disappear suddenly? You may as well advertise your plan on social media. Oh, no. I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together.”
“Vlad, I …”
“Forget it, Max. Grigoriy’s gonna put out a hit on all of us if we fuck this up. You need me. You can’t do it alone. Now, what is the plan?”
“I told Stevens I need some time to get my end in order.”
“How much time?”
“He gave me five days.”
“That’s not a lot.”
“No shit. It’s better than the alternative.”
“Yeah, like getting buttfucked in prison, you mean.”
“So eloquently put, but yes.”
“Have you talked to Angel?”
“No, not yet.”
“You’d better call her.”
“Yeah, I know. I will.”
“How’s your son, Cuz? Angel’s stress can’t be good for the little guy.”
“Angel assures me the pregnancy is fine. I’ll never forgive myself if something goes wrong and he’s harmed, Vlad.”
“You can't think like that. You’ve got enough on your plate. You focus on giving the DEA what they want, and Angel must take care of the child she’s carrying. That’s the best scenario for now.”
“When did you become so fucking wise?” I smirked.
“I have a good teacher,” Vlad grinned.
“How’s Anna?”
“Bloody fantastic.”
“She must be something, alright. I’ve never seen you stick it out with one woman for this long.”
“She’s a keeper, Max. The woman keeps me on my toes.”
“She’s a saint.”
“Oh, haha.”
“Now, get out of here and go do some work. I’ve got to orchestrate the diabolical, yet totally warranted, fall of Grigoriy Yegorov.”
“And a good chunk of his dirty friends.”