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Adnan leaned against the hood of the car, smoking his favorite brand of cigarette, Bosna. He looked worried. He frantically called Damir and Jasmin, but they weren’t answering. Something was wrong. For the first time in his life, Adnan became worried.
He drove the car 30 miles into Bosnia and parked on the side of the road behind the abandoned building. Adnan pulled over because he needed a cigarette. The nicotine would soothe his nerves. He inhaled another puff from the cigarette and held the smoke in, utilizing the smoke to wash the nasty after-taste in the back of his mouth.
Adnan wished he had showered at Sasha's place and brushed his teeth. Although Svetlana was beautiful, clean, and tasted good when he made love to her, as he kissed her up and down her neck and breasts. Now his taste buds had soured. Svetlana left a bad taste in his mouth like food poisoning. The food tasted good going down but then the food turned rancid and bitter as the microorganisms began thriving and growing in the stomach.
Although Svetlana was a 300-euro whore, Adnan shivered in fright, thinking how a 50-euro whore would taste, or which diseases she would leave behind on his body.
The sun had disappeared over an hour ago, and Adnan had a clear view of the road, hiding behind the brush and the abandoned building.
Then Adnan saw an approaching, sleek, silver car while its headlights slicing through the darkness, illuminating the road and surrounding countryside. As the car passed, he recognized Jasmin’s Czech Skoda. However, Adnan didn’t see the driver, who seemed smaller than Jasmin in size.
Adnan quickly called Jasmin again, but Jasmin's cell phone was switched off. Then he called Damir, and Damir didn’t answer his phone.
“What the fuck?” Adnan shouted angrily.
Adnan flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground, jumped into his car, and followed Jasmin's car into Montenegro.
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