When Roland went up to the register, he had to walk behind Dimitri and me. And when he got up to the register, as he was paying his bill. He looked up at me, and I'll be treklyatyy if the mat' ublyudok didn't yeblya wink at me!!!! Which just turned my yeblya stomach and managed to make me even more furious. Which I didn't think was even 'humanly' possible. (damned, mother fucker, fucking, fucking)
When he winked at me, a plan on how to go about getting him alone suddenly popped into my head. I smiled at him, finished my pie, and stood up.
"Stay here until I call you."
"Ok."
When I got to the door I looked back over my shoulder at Roland and winked at him. He smiled and I walked out the door, as I walked along the sidewalk in front of the diner. I looked back through the large plate glass window at him, smiled again and crooked my index finger in a 'come here' motion.
A few seconds later the bell over the diner door rang as Roland walked his repugnant little reptiles zhopa out the door and started to follow along behind me down the sidewalk. I bet the little yebar' thinks that he is about to get lucky. But it is me and Dimitri that are going to have some fun tonight not him. He is going to be wishing to God that he had never even set foot in Baia. AND that he had never pulled that puny little nothing dick of his out of his pants, that is for chert sure. Much less ever met or hurt either of my new sestry let alone both of them, the little ublyudok. (ass, fucker, damn, sisters, bastard)
Soon I came to a very darkened alleyway with barely any light in it at all thanks to the angle of the buildings on either side. I turned into it and walked further down into the alleyway, then I leaned back against the side of the diner.
It was cold out here, but I was on a mission and the snow and ice weren't going to throw me off of it. Plus, my anger and rage were boiling so hot that they were more than enough to keep me warm.
When I saw Roland enter the alleyway, I contacted Dimitri again. "It's time; but keep the bell quiet when you open the door. And take it a little slow, I want him to really think that I am going to fall for his line of bred sivoy kobyly before we start having our fun." (bullshit)
"Whatever you say, mladenets. You are your father's daughter after all." (babe)
If I hadn't been so angry, I would have laughed at that. And I still might at a later time, but for right now I was still far too furious to think about much else. Other than giving this little podonok what he sooo richly deserves for what he has done to people that I care about. (fucker)
Roland walked up in front of me, "hey baby, you're new in town, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I've only been here for a few days."
"And you are already lucky enough to have run into me, you are one very lucky lady it seems."
"Oh, my God. Is he yeblya serious with that bred sivoy kobyly?!! I mean for trakhayetsya sake, who in their right yeblya mind falls for that kind of bred sivoy kobyly?!! It should be that HE was the one who is lucky enough to have run into YOU not the other way around. Yeblya idiot!!!" Mitya ranted angrily. It might have even been funny under different circumstances, but unfortunately these were not those circumstances. (fucking, bullshit, fucks, fucking, bullshit, fucking)
"Some poor girls who are very lonely and want to believe that he actually gives a der'mo about them." (shit)
"I guess so." He sounded dejected and so very disappointed that ANYONE. Especially his own sestry, would have fallen for a bred sivoy kobyly line like that. I just hoped that he had better lines than that and that THOSE were the ones that they had fallen for. But at least we got to save Vika from this krysinyy ublyudok getting her pregnant and then dumping her too. Because GOD only knows how many poor girls that he has pulled that yeblya stunt on already. (sisters, bullshit, rat bastard, fucking)
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