Robert gestures at the duffel bag, which is full of money, and says to Jay with a wide smile, ‘You want to count …’
Suddenly, a loudly ringing phone interrupts him.
Alan appears lifeless, but he’s still tied to the chair in the expansive backroom of Sophia’s Place. All his toes are smashed and bloodied and the fingers on his left hand are also smashed and bloodied. Vasily stands over him, cradling a bloody hammer and admiring his brutal work.
At the other end of the room, Natalia sits on the desk beside her father, who is evidently anxious and deep in thought.
‘I’m going to their house,’ she says to him in Russian.
‘You want one of the boys to accompany you?’ he asks, also in Russian.
She glares at him with a raised eyebrow, and he nods – almost apologetically.
‘Call your brother before you go,’ he says.
She nods and makes the call. It’s answered after a few rings.
‘Are you done?’ she asks Robert, through the phone.
‘No, why?’ he snaps at her.
‘What do you think, Roman?’ she replies, hiding her annoyance. ‘Alan is here. He has nothing for us.’
‘What’s he doing there?’ Robert angrily questions, and continues fuelled with anger. ‘I gave him till tomorrow.’
‘Calm down, dad wanted it this way.’
‘What the …’
‘Hold on,’ she says, and passes the phone to her father.
‘Why haven’t you called?’ Mr Petrov demands, in Russian. ‘I’ve been waiting.’
‘I was going to …’ Robert begins responding in Russian.
‘Going to?’ Mr Petrov questions with more than a hint of hostility. ‘The Captain has done it?’
Robert hesitates for a moment. ‘Yes, but …’
Natalia watches her father face fill with worry and she as well becomes incredibly worried, hoping its not what she fears.
‘But what?’ Mr Petrov demands.
‘Yes, he did, but …’ he hesitates for a beat. ‘Fyodor was killed. It …’
‘What?’ Mr Petrov screams.
Mr Petrov’s distraught startles Natalia and confirms to her that it is what she fears – Fyodor is dead.
‘It was an accident,’ Robert says. ‘Fyodor was caught …’
‘Bring the Captain to me,’ Mr Petrov sternly commands.
‘I can deal with him.’
‘You can’t deal with anything!’ he screams, and pauses for a beat. ‘Nothing, you fool! Bring him to me, NOW.’
Mr Petrov ends the conversation and stares down at his desk, seething. Natalia and Vasily watch him with deep sympathy as he struggles to fight back tears.
He slowly pulls open a desk drawer, picks out a silver revolver, and places it gently on the desk.
‘I’ll wait with you,’ she softly says.
‘No. You go,’ he says coldly.
Natalia attempts to object.
‘You go!’ he barks at her.
‘Fuck!’ Robert yells, and tosses his phone hard onto the ground, shattering it.
The room is silent as Jay curiously stares at the duffel bag, not at all bothered by Robert, although he is somewhat surprised that Robert can speak Russian – he isn’t entirely sure it was Russian, as Russian is one of the few major languages that he doesn’t at least have a passing understanding.
Suddenly, he recognises the bag – he’d seen it in Slim Charles’ house – and it immediately becomes apparent to him that Robert is in fact Roman and “What is he doing there? I gave him till tomorrow,” must be in reference to Alan.
He looks up to Robert and says, ‘I can help you with that.’
Robert stares intently at Jay, unsure of the exact meaning of Jay’s offer.
‘Your problem,’ Jay says, and gestures to the shattered phone. ‘I can help you with that.’
Robert takes a moment to contemplate and then looks to Samuel for approval; Samuel nods approvingly.
Robert takes a deep breath and says, ‘Okay.’
The room is silent as Jay and Robert stare intently at each other.
‘You’re going to need a weapon,’ Robert says, breaking the silence.
‘What about the M9?’ Jay asks.
‘I’ll be using that,’ Robert says, and pulls out the M9 from the brown envelope. He tucks the gun in his waistband and asks Jay, ‘Are you good with a knife.’
Robert pulls open a desk drawer, picks out Slim Charles’ knife, and hands it to Jay.