The Persian Connection Page #4

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You want him to run his

whole life?

Argh!

Are you Ok?

Don't stop!

Are you ready?

Oxy-foxy?

Listen to her Oksana.

Remember what I told you the

last time?

Evgeny made a bad deal

with Sepehr.

A very bad deal, trust me.

Ok Oxy-foxy. Chill. Ok?

Woman:

Svitlana?

Don't look at Evgeny.

He hates being looked at.

Woman:

Man:

Man/woman:

Man:

Ygor. No more cocaine for her.

She does what she likes.

I like what she does.

Woman:
I'm just getting started.

You are one big f***ing

cock tease.

One naughty little b*tch, yeah.

Too hot to Trotsky, ah?

Ciao, Bella.

Ciao, Oksana.

You lived here?

Evgeny:
Life is like

a box of chocolates.

I only like to

f*** the dark ones.

Ygor, we have guests.

Please, some hospitality.

Cocaine?

Oksana:

He smokes opium.

Opium?

Not another f***ing Iraaanian.

I tell you. No fatwa.

No ayatollah.

No mother-tongue

bullshit in here. Huh?

Here we're all Americans!

Yankee doodle dandee.

So you're the new chocolate?

Huh?

Well, you know how to

look at a man.

Mm...

I suppose you think I'm some

kind of f*ggot?

Maybe.

You know how that goes.

I like p*ssy.

I like hot c*nt.

So Oksana, you've come back here

to bite the hand that feeds you?

Sepehr Shahzad sold you opium

that he stole

from Cirrus Golshiri.

You accusing me of stealing?

No. No. Sepehr stole.

Then I suggest

Cirrus-go-suck-my-dick

takes it up with

Sepehr Mujahadeen.

He did. Sepehr's dead.

My condolences.

But you seem to have landed on

your back

with your legs in the air.

We return the money

you gave Sepehr.

You give us the opium.

We give it to Cirrus.

Fair.

Not fair.

I know you, sister.

I know your games, your tricks.

Oksana, she has talents and I

put those talents to work.

Then Sepehr Shahzad comes along

and buys her from me.

Triples my investment.

Crazy f***er is in love.

But he pays cash. Monthly.

Regularly. Dependably.

But paradise doesn't last

forever, eh, Oksana?

And now you come here with your

new chocolate...

and my money

demanding my drugs.

You tell me

Sepehr Shahzad is dead.

It's true! Sepehr is dead!

Ygor.

Call the Mujahadeen.

You Belarusian whore.

Ah!

Oksana:

Get off him!

Get the f*** off him!

Behrouz:

Well for an Arab's whore you're

not so docile.

Must be your Russian blood.

Agh!

Put the gun down!

You f***ing b*tch!

Oksana:

In the bag.

Give her the f***ing drugs!

And the money.

We don't need the money.

Give her the f***ing money!

Hurry! Get the door!

This is gonna be a ride!

Sasha?

La-la? La-la!?

Sasha!

It's not funny!

Sasha...

Sasha!

Sasha!

Cirrus?

And words of wisdom?

I can't find him.

Cirrus... we have your opium...

Where is Sasha?

Ah... look who's talking:

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