Chapter 14
Svetlana and Olesya were walking along the cobblestone streets in Old Budva, through the old castle. They finished their shopping for the day and planned to return to Sasha's mansion.
Olesya started, “Why did you intentionally bumped into that guy at the coffee shop?”
Svetlana replied innocently, “Oh, it’s an accident!” Next, she began to giggle and purposely bumped her hip into Olesya's side.
Olesya joined in the laughter.
“Besides, he’s a foreigner. I thought I could improve the odds. I smelled a little romance in the sea air.”
“You're scandalous, Svetlana!”
“Could you actually marry a foreigner?” Olesya said with a gleeful smile.
“Of course!”
Then Svetlana leaped several steps ahead, turned to face Olesya, and thrust her hips seductively, running her hands up and down her sides and exclaimed, “I’m hot. Look at this body! Any man would be happy to have me.”
“We're both gorgeous, but do you think any man would marry us? We don’t have glamorous professions.”
“Oh, will you stop? It's not like I’m going to list my occupation on a resume. Besides, men are stupid creatures. I’ll just say I couldn’t stand my rich boyfriend in Montenegro, so I ran away, leaving him. I’ll start a new life in another town.”
“Yeah, but that guy at the coffee shop looked poor. Didn't you see his clothes? He smelled like he hadn’t showered in days.”
“So what if he’s poor. If he could take me to America, I would still marry him. Besides, how many Russian men shower regularly?”
They stopped walking and began laughing loudly. After the laughter had died down, they continued walking to the car.
Svetlana started talking in a serious tone, “You know, Olesya; we only have a few good years ahead of us. We don’t have a good retirement plan. After we become too old, Sasha will kick us on to the street or bury us somewhere in an unmarked grave. Sasha will find younger, prettier Russian girls to replace us. Besides, I have no intentions working in Silicon Valley. Could you imagine us standing with those nasty whores on the street, selling our bodies?”
Olesya shivered at the thought of standing on a street corner, luring in the johns. She asked, “Why did you buy that new girl a dress?”
“Why not? I have a feeling she’ll become my new best friend. I wanted to buy something nice for her.”
Olesya turned to study Svetlana's face, “You’re up to something? Don’t deny it.”
“Will you stop!”
Although Svetlana displayed her innocent puppy-dog face, Olesya didn’t buy it. She shrieked in a suspicious voice, “You can stop the sad-puppy look. I know you're up to something. I don’t know what, but you're up to something. You’re never nice to people.”
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