The Man with Blue Eyes and the Boy with Blue Eyes Meet the Official

After breaking into a real estate CEO’s condo, the man with blue eyes and the boy with blue eyes bring some bad news to the official…

The official has a table to himself. Plates of untouched food and bottles of wine. He wears a large gold watch and silver rings. His belly is bigger than father’s, it swells when he breathes and dances when he laughs. The blue-eyed man sips from a half-finished wineglass. Imported? The official nods at the bottles. French wines. Ugly barbarians look like shit but they make decent wine. The blue-eyed man selects a bottle with a stickdrawing of a castle on the label and fills his wineglass to the brim and holds it out to the official. What the fuck are you doing? Toasting. The blue-eyed man jiggles the glass and wine sloshes up the sides and he drinks and the official watches him veins pulsing on his bloated face. I am very busy today. The blue-eyed man wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. That’s a lie. The official laughs. He grabs a nearby glass and toasts with the blue-eyed man and they drink. The blue-eyed man sets his glass down. You’re wrong about one thing. What’s that? They’re not ugly. I passed a couple beforeyesterday. The man had a well-cut beard and the woman sparkled like diamonds. The official grunts. They’re ugly to me. Oh uncle, don’t pretend those big dicks aren’t tempting. I told you not to call me that and what do you think I am? I think you’re a man who can appreciate a big dick. The official watches him with sharp eyes. I can never tell when you’re fucking around or serious. I just thought you could use a little levity, the blue-eyed man gestures around the table, You have such a demanding job. What do you want? See this boy? What about him? He’s my son, do you believe me? Fuck, another one? You need to be careful. The blue-eyed man produces an envelope and slings it across the table. It lands on the official’s belly. We can be serious, the blue-eyed man says, Comrade Fang has made offers to your contractors. He’s going to steal your projects and leave you to rot. The official grunts. He opens the envelope and unfolds the paper. He reads it mumbling to himself. That motherfucker. Don’t get so angry. Mind your health, uncle. Motherfucker I’ll cut open his fucking belly. The official’s face is red and sweat sprouts on his forehead. The blue-eyed man takes another sip of wine. Don’t thank me thank the boy but the official does neither. He pulls out a slim cellphone and the blue-eyed man rises and taps the boy’s shoulder and he rises too. Standard fee applies. Don’t have a heart attack. Patience, uncle, patience, but the official doesn’t notice. He’s cursing, calling someone and as they leave the boy hears screaming in a harsh nine-headed bird accent forged in the city’s unbending heat.