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We left the club. Taxis lined the curbside. Lots of them. Right away, drivers rushed over to us with offers to “get us there at a good price”. I scanned for the Mercedes. It was there. Max was about to come up to a random taxi when I stopped him and told him about my theory. I had to tell him the whole back story, not that it was particularly long. Max stopped to think.
“See that, Sanya, I was right! A jealous one! He’ll be following us around till he finds out where you sleep.”
“That part I get, but why did he wait by my building last night?” I asked.
“You’re such a fool, Sanya. I don’t understand, how is it that you’re still living in Moscow...? He’s lost her, that’s all. Tried to find her, figured she might be with you. Besides, we can only guess what’s going on there between the
