Killer\Foulkner. Пьесы для Англии - стр. 2
SEKA. So I’m looking at this Dyusha guy, and I am so pissed at Maronov. You’re fucking broke, man, so don’t sit at the table. Is that so hard to understand? Why the fuck did he have to play? And if you lose, don’t hide, just pay your debts. I am so fucking pissed.
ANDREW. Just amazing how he can be so handsome and so much of a fucking asshole. Always with the hot ones. Shits money. All the luck at cards. Looks scrawny. Little fists. I wanted his hairstyle. Black with a fringe. Looks good on him, but not on me. His hair manages to lie down at the sides and the back, and mine just flops over my eyes. I’ve seen him fight though. We’re downstairs, hanging out and that beardy guy walks past – the one that’s always in grey Alaska. Hangs out with the girls on the twenty-second all the time. He comes downstairs in his fucking stupid get-up, black beard, like a skinny Jesus on a drunk. Looks like the girls got him wasted and kicked him out. So he’s looking to kick someone’s ass. Like, he’s so drunk it’s hard to tell what he wants. But beardy makes some shitty remark to Seka. And Seka gets up, follows him out back, knocks him out, one punch, kicks him for a while. Comes back and he’s not even out of breath. One time he had a fight with this boxer – a real boxer. The guy’s boxed so much he can’t even think straight and Seka just straight-up lays him out. One shot. Game over, but this guy – the boxer – he’s programmed to get up. He’s on autopilot. If he’d just lie down Seka wouldn’t touch him, but he gets up and he keeps getting up and every time Seka just knocks him down.
OKSANA. So Seka says to the schmuck – you got any money? And he goes – no, you know I haven’t. But I’ll pay it all back. Seka says – you won’t pay back shit. You owe me twelve grand, right?
ANDREW. Right.
SEKA. You’ve got fuck all.
ANDREW. I’ll pay it back.
SEKA. «I’ll pay it back’. Say that one more fucking time.
OKSANA. And Seka just looked at him then.
ANDREW. Seka said Maronov owed him fifty grand. He said he’d let my twelve grand go if I went into Oskol, and I found Maronov, and got Seka’s fifty grand, and brought it back to him.
OKSANA. Seka took out a hundred, a fifty, and a ten, and gave it to him. For fucking what?
SEKA. Bus fare.
ANDREW. And if he won’t give me the money?
SEKA. Kill him.
ANDREW. How?
SEKA. I don’t care how. Stab him. Have you got a knife?
ANDREW. Are you fucking serious? You mean stab him to death? Right?
OKSANA. Seka picked up a flick-knife from the table. Touched the blade. Winced.
SEKA. It’s OK. Oksana’s gonna go with you. I don’t want you running off with the money.