He surprised her when he was back exactly a month later. He was sat with a tall, gaunt man with a shaved head. They had ordered coffee, but they were both drinking from a bottle of vodka.
They were deep in heated debate, conversing rapidly in French and Russian.
Only one word stood out : Chambardement General.
Eventually he called her over.
"Good to see you again. This is my good friend Eric Kuchova. Erik, this is...'
Then the tall man started shouting in Russian, which she did not understand. He then snatched up the bottle of vodka and marched away.
"Most embarrassing," Steven said, and then, "would you like to meet me for dinner?"
"You can see me here everyday," Thuy replied.
"Perhaps you might meet me elsewhere when you have time off work?"
'You can see me here everyday.'
He understood. His broad face turned grim, but then he smiled.
"See you tomorrow, " he said with a grin, "good night."
"See you again."
The next morning she found that her cafe had been destroyed. Seemingly by a bomb small enough to smash the furniture, windows and doors, but cause no serious structural damage.
Next, she spotted him across the street. he was sat in a tea shop and looked extremely pleased.
'Good morning," he called across to her, "I see you have a few days off work, where would you like to go?"
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