"Господин? Господин, вы одобренн?" (Sir, Sir are you okay?) asked a little boy looking up at Chet. He had not realized that he had fallen asleep at the coffeshop, and looked around, slightly embarrassed.
"Я буду точным мальчиком, иду к вашей мати" (I'm fine boy, go to your mother) He responded to the boy. The boy quickly returned to his mother and hugged her tightly. So what if he said that a little meanly to the boy, the person he was waiting for was obviously late. He wiped dry siliva off his chin and stood. 'Damnit Blake' he thought 'Damnit damnit damnit.' The young boy began to cry he he realized he had been giving him a rather menancing look. "Остановите его" (Stop it) He said quite firmly, then walked out of the coffeeshop and began making his way to the parking lot. Chet pulled his cell-phone out of his pocket and called Blake, but to no avail. He got the voicemail. "Blake, you know who this is. Why did you keep me waiting? You are the one that wanted my audience. Meet me at my apartment at eighteen-hundred. I'll be waiting {click}" Chet got in his Cherry-black Moskovich (Russian car) and made his way to what he called home...

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