‘Thursday,’ said Vasili, turning his head, just as she turned her back on him and walked towards the booth to retrieve the vodka bottles and glasses.
Once they had left the nightclub, they got into the car and looked for a place where they could have a last drink and compare thoughts. They soon found one, languishing in the middle of nowhere and barely visible, lit by a dim and flickering light that served to frighten off any doubtful customers. They sat down at a secluded table on the terrace and ordered two beers.
They waited for the waitress to bring them before they began to talk freely.
‘What do you think?’ Vasili asked. He had noticed that his friend was very quiet during the discussion at the club.
‘It smells fishy to me, but what do you want me to say? You know as well as I do
