𝐑 𝐄 𝐙 𝐀 𝐑

3

I hate cleaning. But removing the dust underneath my fingertips soothes me and makes me forget the cold, frozen eyes of the man I shot in the alleyway a few hours ago. So many things have happened since then, and yet nothing, but I still lost my sense of time. There's a heavy feeling in my stomach, but not just in the pit of it like anxiety. It feels like I've drunk the cars' petrol straight from the bottle, and I almost see it kill my body, poison me from the inside. As if it paints my fingertips black, and my teeth and the white of my eyes. Everything is black, cold, and I pray for a little bit of red, for a little bit of heat, so I know I'm in hell, where I belong. 

- And the police?

- They won't bother us сука.

The car is parked in a parking lot behind a shop called ,,Eldorado"

Karina leans on the hood and smokes a cigarette. She holds it between her index and middle finger, the ring and pinky folded.

- I killed someone Karina and fled the scene, and not even two hours later we killed at least another four.

She squints her eyes, and leans on her left hand that's placed on the cherry red car. Her look finds the sky, and she shakes her head so her fringe doesn't bother the view. She sighs.

- Сука, leave the worrying for me. You just sit in the car, and let your pretty face be our pass on the border.

- The border that we won't cross with a criminal record - I roll my eyes and sit back into the car, leaving the door open for air. My heels are thrown onto the back seat just in case - What are we waiting for?

- Him. We're waiting for him.

She points towards the shop. A figure is heading towards us, with a bag in their hand. Its a boy, around 13-14, in pants and a white collared shirt, resembling the Italians from earlier. He balances a cigarette in his mouth, and his face reminds me of blond David Bowie.

- Кто это?

- Моя подруга.

- У тебя нет друзей.

- И?

The boy opens the back door and sits in the middle, moving my high heels.

- Я Николай, а ты?

- Дебил, она не говорит по русски!

- Sorry sorry! What is your name lady? I am every woman's favorite man, also knows as Nikolaj.

He has a thick accent when he talks English, but so do I. 

- My name is Ximena.

He smiles brightly. His teeth are straight, his canine sharper than average. Karina is looking at us, her eyebrows raised a little, and a smirk decorating her face. She throws her cigarette to the ground, and steps on it.

- How did you meet Karina, lady?

His question is forward, a little sarcastic. He probably already has an idea.

I look to the girl who is in the midst of sitting down next to me, and she nods her head.

- We met in an alley way, after I shot someone.

- So typical of my mother, I'm not even surprised!

- Your mother?!

Nikolaj starts laughing, but stops when the perra turns her head suddenly and gives him that stare. Her eyes are serious, and make me want to hide between my shoulders. It's as if she's thinking about murdering him.