Flaqueza del bolchevique, La (The Weakness of the Bolshevik( Page #2

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Do you come here often?

Two or three times a week.

- With people from the office?

- No.

Not with people from the office.

So why did you bring me here?

I don't know.

- Coincidence?

- Yes.

I believe in coincidence.

Do you?

No, I don't.

You're the kind who looks for

good reasons for everything.

I can't tell you what I'm like.

Get to know me

and find out for yourself.

- I'm sorry, I've had a bad day.

- Don't worry.

I'm an auditor,

I'm used to being disliked.

Do you like your work?

They pay me well.

Yeah.

- So it isn't vocational.

- Raking over others' misfortunes

isn't the most pleasant thing.

And you're always moving around.

When you get used to one place,

you have to move on.

That's the worst part.

Yeah.

But does it really matter?

All offices are the same now.

- The people change.

- The people?

No, there's always

the same kind of people.

The morons, for example.

Who are they?

The morons?

They travel business class,

stay in expensive hotels,

they're young, well paid...

And occasionally they may

even get a weekend off.

But the rest of the time

they're available,

like whores.

They have to do whatever they're

asked and pretend they like it.

And while they play along

and smile,

their life is passing by

and they hardly notice.

You and me, for example.

Well...

You've told me what you're like.

No.

I've told you what I do.

Hello?

I want to speak to Sonsoles.

Elsa, I'll take that.

Sonsoles...

Let me speak

to Sonsoles.

Go f*** yourself,

you son of a b*tch.

Who the hell are you?

Sonsoles.

Sonsoles.

What do you want, a**hole?

That's scary.

Should I be frightened?

Hello, Sonsoles.

You don't know me,

but I see you every day.

I've had my eye on you

for weeks.

Do you want a date,

or to know if I wear panties?

No, I'm not that kind of man.

Oh, are you a man?

Do you know what I want,

Sonsoles?

I'm dying with curiosity.

I want to tear out your liver

and eat it fried.

I'll give your heart to my dog,

and my monkey can play

with the rest and stop jerking off.

In the meantime, I'll be around,

my dear. You should be careful.

- I'm going to call the police.

- And what will you tell them?

I'm in a booth, far from my home,

you don't know who I am.

You know how many cases like this

are filed every day?

They'll wait

till I do something to you.

I know you.

- Come off it.

- You're nothing but garbage.

I'm much more than that.

My monkey sends you a kiss.

He wants to meet you.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Thank you for coming.

- Not at all.

It's nice to see you.

You look lovely.

As for those phone calls,

it's probably some idiot

who'll get tired of the joke,

or someone who works with you.

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