#pawel

Serves you right, Maranda thought as she watched Ronnie get escorted away by the police. No matter what the investigation led to, the court of public opinion should side with the missing woman who had been tragically abused by her husband for years. She was counting on it, and she trusted that Vera’s testimony would be enough to sway most of the doubters. Even if the corrupt justice system would fail them in the end, the rumors should be enough to ruin Ronnie's life, and Maranda would walk away the winner. Maranda watched Vera bury her face in her hands as her husband put his arm around her shaking shoulders. She looked away. "Hey,” Pawel hissed behind her. “Are you done gawking?" She gladly turned her back on the scene by the cabin, cringing a little from the pain of the stab wound in her leg. At the very least, it helped her push the image of the crying Vera out of her mind. "I've seen enough. Let's leave." She put out her cigarette, carefully putting it back in the pack. She didn't want to leave any evidence behind.

"Not until I've seen the money," Pawel replied. He was leaning against a tree only a few steps from where she was standing. She could barely make him out in the dark, but she imagined he was wearing a frown, as he had been so often lately. "You don't trust me now?" "Sorry, hun. I need to be careful. Even with you."

She walked over to him, each step more painful than she'd like to admit. "Are you fucking limping?" He asked. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine." "Did he hurt you?" "No," she snorted. "He returned home with his tail between his legs, like he always does. It didn't take much to get him to start drinking." She wasn't about to admit she had stabbed herself in the leg, so she quickly changed the subject. "You'd better start counting the money, because we really should get going." She threw her backpack at his feet. "You were the one insisting on meeting up this late," he muttered as he lifted it to check its contents. "Right by the crime scene, too. I should have left you to your fate for being so reckless, and don't get me started on this fucking plan of yours... You should just have let us handle him-" He suddenly fell silent, staring at her. "You cut your hair." "Whatever. It worked," she retorted, ignoring his last remark. "Now all I have to do is disappear." He just shook his head and started counting the money. Her weariness grew as she waited. The image of Vera crying kept invading her mind. She tried focusing on the pulsing pain in her thigh instead. "Well?" She asked impatiently. They really needed to get going. "Everything seems to be in order," he finally said. "Let's go. I parked the car-" "What about your end of the deal?" She interrupted. "I don't have it on me, but don't worry. It's in the car. Your new passport and everything. I'll show you when we get there." "And how do I...?" "I'm driving you halfway. My associate will meet us there and drive you the rest of the way to Starlight Shores."

"You're not coming with me all the way?" She immediately regretted her question. She realized how it must sound to him. There was a slight pause before he answered. "No." "Whatever," she muttered in a clumsy attempt to save face. "My work is here, Mar," he said more softly. "Besides, the whole point of this is for you to start over somewhere else. The fewer connections you have to this place, the better." She pressed her lips together, pushing her feelings of disappointment deep down. "I said I don't care, okay? Let's get moving." He glanced at her, but said nothing.

Cold War filminde Pawel bizlere bizzati anne & babasının hikayesini anlatması çok şukela değil mi?

Ma a brigad 2 tagja részegen érkezett, a harmadik meg, Pawel, még pénteken szívott egy csíkot. Most hétfő vsn és ő szpídet kunyerál a kollégáktól, elmondása szerint azért, hogy könnyebb legyen a lejövetel. Fogadásokat kötūnk, hogy mikor omlik össze. Már pánikbeteg: kitört rajta az csavaralátét-para, azon görcsöl, hogy elfogynak. A csavaralátétek. Felajánlottam, hogy veszek ssját pénzért egy kilót, de ez sem nyugtatta meg, szerinte a csavarjaink is vészesen fogynak, akárcsak a gleccserek meg a férfiak spermaszáma. - Erős várunk nekūnk az Ondó! - kiabálja táncikálva, de nem hajlandó széljegyzetet fűzni a kijelentéséhez. - Ez költészet és művészet, költészeti szívcsakra, shakalaka, bumm-bumm, pittbull, terrier!

It took them about ten minutes to reach the spot where Pawel had parked his car. The walk would probably not have taken as long if Maranda hadn't limped all the way. "I can carry you the last bit if you want," Pawel offered with a smirk. "Oh, fuck off," she muttered. In the few minutes they had walked, her doubt had grown increasingly more difficult to ignore. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stifle the annoying little voice in her head telling her she shouldn't leave things like this. Damn it. She stopped. "Wait." Pawel spun around, already glaring at her. "What?" He snarled. "Give me an hour. I'll be back-"

"Abso-fucking-lutely-not," he interrupted. "We leave now, or we're not leaving at all." "Fine," she snapped, returning his glare. "Give me the passport and the apartment keys and the phone. I'll get to Starlight Shores myself." "And how exactly are you planning on doing that?" "I'll figure something out." "No. We're leaving now. I'm not letting all my hard work go to-" "Oh, please," she interrupted with a sneer. "Hard work? You're nothing but a middleman, Pawel. Don't be full of yourself." He narrowed his eyes at her. "All of this will be for nothing if you get caught. That stupid little plan of yours could blow up in your face at any moment. You need to leave." "I won't get caught, Pawel" "You can barely walk, Maranda. What are you even planning to-" "Just hand over the things that I paid for. I'm not telling you again." They glared at each other in silence for what felt like a minute, both already knowing that she would win this battle. Her stubbornness had always surpassed his patience. "Fuck," he swore. "You're so fucking annoying, Maranda. You're driving me fucking insane." She didn't say anything; she just waited. Eventually, he muttered. "Fine, have it your way." He walked over to the car, retrieved her things from the glove compartment, and then held them out to her.

Just as she was about to grab the items from his hands, he pulled them away from her again. She glared at him. "Don't get caught," he said. "I won't." After another moment's hesitation, he handed everything to her with a sigh. "I want you in Starlight Shores, working on your art and writing your books. That's the only future I'll accept." "And I will make it happen." They stared at each other in silence again, but this time it was a different kind of silence resting between them. There was a finality to it, and she hated the feeling to her very core. Pawel opened his mouth to say something, but she interrupted him with a warning. "Don't." He closed his mouth again and then offered a little smile before he said. "Well, go on then. Fuck off to your own doom. Just don't expect me to come running when everything falls apart." She smiled, too. "Wouldn't dream of it."