Who's He?

(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

Before my appointment with Nikolai, I need to drop by here. It’s very unusual for Nik to invite me for a lunch, so it may be somewhat, important. I am inside my car waiting at the airport for him, I tap my fingers on the stirring wheel out of boredom. I hate going to the airport especially if I am to drive and pick up.

I am used to riding a private jet, after all, so waiting here, at the parking lot is not an easy or even a comfortable task for me.

“He said he would be out in a minute, where the hell is he?” I bite my lips out of frustration.

Finally, Greta announces a call going through, “Incoming call from a restricted number, should you answer Dmitri?”

“Connect me to him,” I command.

“Call connected,” Greta confirms.

“Where the hell are you? I’ll be late for work, hurry up,” I scold him.

“Duh, you didn’t tell me about your car, dummy! Don’t be so hot-tempered Dee!” he answers with a sweet voice.

Minutes after our last conversation, I can finally see his fi