Post by Stepan Malikov on Nov 27, 2019 14:36:03 GMT -5
"So how did Alexander take you guys losing"?
"No clue, haven't been able to contact him since".
"Doesn't that concern you a little"?
"Not really, he's probably working on something, wiping the slate clean".
The scene opens on Stepan and Jerry sitting on the couch on top of there house, chatting away as the sun slowly rises.
"I think you should be a little concerned that the dude who owns the building your store is in has fallen off the map".
Stepan pats Jerry on the head.
"Jerry my boy, you worry way to much, Alexander is fine, probably, just because he deals with losing different then me doesn't mean he's 'fallen off the map', he's just taking some time for himself".
Jerry sighs, before turning to the suitcase leaning against the couch.
"Have you told him about your secret trip"?
"Nope, I wanna surprise him, so don't tell him if you see him".
"Yeah yeah, I won't".
They both quietly sit for awhile, taking in the sunrise, the colors of the sky, the sounds of the birds singing.
All ruined by a loud car honk from below.
"Shit, there's my ride" Stepan says, jumping up to look down at the car, confirming it was his taxi.
Stepan grabs his suitcase and starts making his way down the ladder.
"See you later Jerry, don't forget to water Sornyak" Stepan shouts as he makes a beeline for the limo.
"Got it, have a safe flight".
ONE PLANE RIDE LATER
The scene opens on Stepan looking at himself in the mirror of his hotel room, trying to suss out his hair.
"Shit, whatever i'l just wear a hat or something, probably shouldn't of slept with a open beer next to me, eh" He mumbles to himself as he walks over to his open suitcase, pulling out his Malikovs Microwaves shirt.
"Gotta impress today, and nothings more impressive then having the balls to where your own merch to a business meeting" he chuckles, pulling the shirt over top of him.
He checks his phone, 'No Notifications'.
"Good, no ones died in the last nine hours" he says, slipping the phone in his pocket.
"Alright, lets get this show on the road" he triumphantly shouts, strutting out the door and down the hall.
He gets about halfway to the elevator before he realizes he's not wearing any pants.
ONE HOUR LATER
The scene opens on Stepan sitting on a couch, in what looks like a waiting room, the sound of engines rattle the room. In front of him is a older lady sitting at a desk, typing away on her computer, giving Stepan zero of here attention.
Stepan fiddles with his beanie, making sure it covers his messy hair.
The phone on the desk rings, the lady answers it.
"Yes.........okay sir" she says before hanging up.
"Mr. Key will see you now" she says to Stepan, directing him towards the door to his left.
"Thank you mam" He says, slowly making his way over, stopping at the door, hand gripping the handle.
He takes a deep breath and whispers "Here goes" before twisting the handle and walking in.
"Ah, you must be Stepan, do come in and have a seat" A man says, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
The man himself is a fairly average looking man, average height, weight, no real muscle but no fat either, he has no hair on his head, but he does have a thick black mustache covering his top lip.
Taking his seat, Stepan reaches his hand out to shake the man's hand.
"That I am Mr. Key, a pleasure to meet you".
Mr. Key grasps Stepans hand for a brief but firm handshake.
"Please Mr. Key was my fathers name, call me Henry" Henry bellows, taking a seat.
"Now I hear you have a business opportunity for me".
"Yes I do Henry, i'm here to offer you a sponsorship deal with my company"
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"I see, and your company is"?
Stepan points to his shirt, "Malikovs Microwaves of course".
Henry chuckles a little,"So do you really only sell microwaves"
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"At this moment yes"
Henry lets out a mighty laugh, "Okay who sent you, was it Terrence, that son of bitch".
Stepans face morphs in confusion, "Sent me sir?, I came here on my own, I don't understand".
"Come off it now son, this is obviously a prank, you can drop the charade"
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"This is no prank, this is a legitimate proposal".
Henry ceases his laughter, staring at Stepan like he just shit on his desk.
"How many stores do you currently run".
"One, in Vegas".
"Boy, you have some nerve coming to me with such a ridiculous proposal, i'm a damn NASCAR driver, not some peewee football team, I take BIG sponsorships, not jokes like yours, now you better get out of my office before I call security, and don't come back" Henry yells, his face reddening.
Stepan chuckles.
"What are you laughing at boy"?
"You Henry"
"Why you" Henry shouts, standing up and cocking his fist.
"Is that any way to treat the only sponsor willing to work with you Henry" Stepan drawls out, staring blankly at Henry.
"What are talking about" Henry stammers, lowering his fist.
"I know Henry, I know everything" Stepan chuckles.
All color drains from Henrys face as he drops into his chair, "Who are you"?
"Just a humble business man Henry, one with a few connections"
"What do you know"?
"How old were they Henry"?
Henrys eyes widen, his whole body begins to shake.
"Couldn't of been older then fifteen, that's pretty fucked up Henry".
"Stop" Henry begs.
"I know that you were dropped by every sponsor you had Henry, and that no one else will get any where near you, I also know without a sponsor, you can't afford to keep racing, which leaves you in quite the pickle" Stepan says, his tone never changing.
"What do you want boy, just here to mock me".
"No no, Henry did you already forget, i'm here with an offer, me and you, partners, I sponsor you and make sure this whole situation never makes it to the public, all I ask is we have a sixty forty split on all winnings".
"How.....how much will you be paying me" Henry babbles out.
"Nothing Henry, it wouldn't feel right giving my money to a monster like you, what i'm offering is a chance for you to earn your own, while also keeping you record clean".
Henry groans, his face pale as a ghost.
Stepan holds his hand out, "Do we have a deal Henry"?
Henry bring his hand to Stepans, giving him a weak shake.
"Yeah, we do" he sighs.
"Great, i'l have someone send over the contracts later, a pleasure doing business with you Henry" Stepan says, his demeanor doing a complete one eighty.
He jumps up from his chair and heads to the door, opening it before turning back to Henry, "Give your wife Marissa and the boys my blessings, Mike and Jon right" he chuckles before closing the door behind him.
THREE HOURS LATER
The scene opens on Stepan sitting in his hotel room, staring at his bedside table, where two cellphones are located, the one on the left looking very used, with smudges on the screen and a small crack in the corner. The one on the right looking brand new.
Suddenly the right one rings, the screen reading 'Blocked Number', Stepan slowly grabs and lifts the phone up and answers it.
"Spasibo za sovet, teper' unichtozh'te telefon, ya s vami svyazhus' pozzhe." He whispers, before hanging up and dumping the phone in the bin next to him. He picks up the beer can by his feet and pours it into the bin, on top of the phone, throwing the can in after.
"Khorosho" he mumbles.
The other phone begins ringing, the screen reading 'Boss Lady'.
He quickly grabs it and answers.
"Camila, good to hear from you, ok, with Alexander I assume, wait what, the American Terrorists, your putting the Russian and the Scotsman against a team called the American Terrorists, and you see no problem, Christ Camila, yeah yeah, see you then".
Stepan hangs up the phone, staring at the wall.
"What a shitshow that's going to be, if it's pissing me off I can only imagine what Alexanders thinking" Stepan chuckles, thinking about his partner punching through his wall.
"Welp, better start packing up, flight leaves in three hours, gotta make sure Jerry watered Sornyak, Geri traded me it during my first couple days, wouldn't want to disappoint my favorite stoner" Stepan mutters, grabbing clothes and tossing them into his suitcase.
While he's tossing more in, his phone rings again, he puts it on speaker and throws it onto the bed.
"Yeah"? he shouts.
"Uh.... it's Henry, we just got the contracts, so just wanted to call to tell you we are signing them" Henry stutters through the phone.
"Marvelous Henry, once I get home tonight i've already signed mine, so once you've finalized yours, we'll officially be business partners, doesn't that sound great".
"Ye...yes sir, sounds wonderful, good.....goodbye" Henry mumbles before abruptly hanging up.
Stepan giggles to himself, "Man, I missed this, hopefully I get to do it again soon".
Stepan zips up his suitcase, and makes one last check that he didn't leave anything, before pocketing his phone and rushing through the door.
He almost made it to reception before he realized he wasn't wearing pants, again.
ONE MORE PLANE RIDE LATER
The scene opens on Stepan sitting on his suitcase outside the airport, waiting for his taxi.
He feels his phone buzz in his pocket, then again, before it starts buzzing nonstop.
Pulling it out he takes a look at whats happening, '45 Notifications' reads the screen.
"Guess news travels fast, should have expected that" he chuckles, turning his phone off and pocketing it.
"I'l deal with all that later, first things first, gotta make sure young Jerry didn't burn the place down".