“Grazed,” Timofey corrects, barely stifling a laugh. “It was a graze. But based on the way he screamed, you’d think he blew the thing off. He called the ambulance and spent the night in the hospital. Cried like a b***h the whole time.”
I toss my head back and laugh. But after a second, I look back at him. “I love an adult male predator getting his dose of karma as much as the next person, but that still isn’t a happy memory exactly.”
“No, that part isn’t happy. But the asshole spent the night in the emergency room,” Timofey said. “So his room was empty… His room, which was furnished with a double bed and a fridge full of food and beer. He also had the only television in the entire building.”
“You kept the place warm for him?” I guess.
“Well, we didn’t want all of that food to go bad.”
