“Still can’t believe you are married.”
“Well, maybe you should try it.”
He looks at the road in front of us for a few moments before answering. “I already tried it. Didn’t end well.”
I still. I had no idea Sergei was married. “What happened?”
“I killed her.” He leans back in the seat and lights a cigarette. “Right after she tried to slice my neck.”
“s**t, Sergei.”
“Yup. With my own knife. Can you believe that s**t?” He blows out a cloud of smoke and focuses on the truck a few yards in front of us.
I look at him and note the dark circles under his eyes. “You aren’t sleeping. Again.”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
The truck gives the right-turn signal and takes the exit. Sergei calls Dimitri.
“He’s off the highway and heading your way. ETA seven minutes,” he barks, throws th
