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“Oi,
nyemagu – I
can’t – this is too much!” Dusya can’t help
but laugh at Laura, who’s talking in Russian.
Just wait, Dusya, you just wait, soon you won’t laugh any
more. Laura senses that the women are putty in her hands,
just like the cards. The big, fat women with smelly armpits
and feet. Laura senses the power she has. Power is pleasant,
it’s sweet and exhilarating. It spreads in Laura like a
peacock’s tail, expands like the dealt cards from the deck in
her hand. Who owns the revenge? Laura does!
“Quiet, you old biddies! To whom will my husband return?”
“To Manya!” Laura announces. Laura will forecast this for
Manya, take this!
What bullshit are you, small asshole, spouting? I have
svoy
–
my own husband!”
What kind of a husband is that? Have you been to the
zagss
–
the registry office with him?” Rita’s mama attacks Manya.
“Aha, how did the
zagss
help you? He left despite the
zagss
!” Manya doesn’t give up.
“That’s not all,” Laura interrupts. “The ace of diamonds.”
“Ah,
schto
– what’s that?” now also Manya wants to know.