I kicked him in his bare can and dove into my stall and locked the door. Damn my nerves. I was seeing things there, and now I was seeing them here. The hell with it all! I’d get tanked up tonight. I’d really like to beat Richard, that’s what I’d like. That bum can really play cards. Can’t beat him with any hand. I tried reshuffling, even blessing them under the table.
“Kirill,” I shouted. “Are you going to the Borscht tonight?”
“It’s not the ‘Borscht,’ it’s pronounced ‘Borshch.’ How many times do I have to tell you.”
“Skip it. It’s spelled B-O-R-S-C-H-T. Don’t bug us with your customs. Are you going or not? I’d love to beat Richard.”
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