Kills on Wheels Page #2

Let's wait a bit more.

What's the fuss, Barba?

I'm bored to death.

- How much?

- 8 Euros.

Jeez!

Give me a light too.

- Who the f*** is this?

- Probably some homeless dude.

That can't be him in this wreck.

- Go tell 'em to get lost.

- Get the f*** out of here.

Drive.

What's up, boys? Out exploring?

You're real f***in' lost.

Get in the car, please.

They sent me. You're meeting me.

What?

He says they sent him!

Stop here.

- Who's this dick?

- I dunno.

Jesus Christ!

Who sent you?

You got business with me?

Rados says the deal's off.

He's sorry your boss, Tni,

can't find his place after prison, but...

he thinks it's not his job

to support a man who's such an...

unpleasant...

No, he used another word.

Such a petty cocksucker...

What the f*** you sayin'?

Leave the country, it's in style now.

Leave the country...

Where's Rados?

I don't got time for this, see?

Too chicken to come himself,

so he sent your crippled ass?

Where's the money?

Where's Rados?

I'm Rados now.

Yeah, same a**hole.

Seriously, are you kidding me?

What don't you get? It's not hard.

- You got a pea brain, huh?

- Don't you talk to me like that.

Rados told me to give you

the message, that's it.

Really?

Okay.

Here's my answer then.

Well? Lost your tongue?

I'm paralysed from the waist down.

I can't feel a thing.

OK, get the f*** out now!

- Hurry back, okay?

- I'll be right there.

Thanks, Doctor.

Still having anger issues?

It's only frustration,

but I can deal with it.

It doesn't look like it.

Sorry.

You smell nice.

Thanks.

Here's your phone.

Put it away.

The 38 missed calls were me.

I know.

Wanna see a movie?

- No.

- Not like this. I'd change first.

You don't have to change.

What's wrong now?

He doesn't like me going to

movies with you.

How come? We've been before.

He proposed.

I'm marrying him.

What?

I'm marrying him.

Look at that! Holy sh*t!

F***, the other one's coming!

Listen, go get those shits.

You hear me? Go get them!

Son of a b*tch!

Come out!

Hey. guys.

Boys, want to join us

in decorating pots?

We're doing comics this month.

What kind of comics?

It's about us.

- And a fireman.

- Uh-huh.

- Let me know if you need help.

- OK, we will.

Here's the overpass photo.

What should I do?

Do the details here by the tree.

- What? You stole bread?

- I have no money.

- What're you doing?

- I'm fighting fire, dammit!

He shot my leg!

What the hell, man?

What's with your face, Rupaszov?

It looks bad.

Not an easy job?

It's fine. But 4 guys came.

- 4?

- Yeah.

But relax. They're finished.

All four?

- You need to pay me more, huh?

- It's all in there?

Yeah.

OK, relax. When didn't I pay you?

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