Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

“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.

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