“Thanks for the f*****g heads-up,” Gennady grumbles. “We really have to work on your team-building. As of now, your biannual performance review would say, ‘Needs to develop listening skills.’”
“Take it up with Human Resources,” I fire back. “They’re located at the bottom of the Hudson River.”
“Shob tebe deti v sup srali,” Gennady retorts. It means something along the lines of, I hope an orphan shits in your soup. Sounds better in Russian than it does in English.
“Time’s wasting. I have to go.”
I laugh bitterly. “There’s no such thing as safe in our world, Gennady. There never has been. There never will be.”
Almost three hours later, I’m nearing the outer boundaries of Atlantic City. Gennady always jokes that New Jersey is the armpit of America. If that’s the case, then Atlantic City i
