Gor 1

Running late to get flowers and so much more

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Any more it felt like he was always late, Gogolspeil.  To the wedding it was no different and from the wedding to fetching the camera to picking up the flowers to returning to administer the photography it appeared it would be no different still.  He still had to stop off and shed his tuxedo (which was clearly imitation silk, Gor knew shadowlessly�"he had standards, unlike Yasha, but Yasha would not be convinced), then change into his (police uni), (he was on the clock), pick up his partner for the day�"some fresh child buzzing with video game enthusiasm, simulacra violence�"blast east over Troitsky Most, back west tracing the south shore of Vasilievsky all the way to where the architecture sagged, then farther, deep into the warehouse country near the low-end docks to secure the flowers he had ordered weeks ago from the Caucasus and then of course back over the Neva again via Troitsky to Isaakiyevskaya for the photographs, this would take time, and then back to drop off new partner, and then of course still back into the night (which would likely have long-fallen) where yet more work awaited.  Also there was the reception, the toast, and more photographs, all of which as best man and brother to the bridegroom he was a critical part.  Also he had other work, work he could check in on, rents he could collect before night fell but not after.  He knew he did not have time but still time had to permit this work.  He knew that morning when he saw Blagoveshhenski closed for repairs he would be late the whole day and night.  He had promised Khasara he would wear his handsome tuxedo for all the photos but likely he would have to break this promise.
    He drove east in his own car past the Marsovos and the Letny, past the Fontaka leaking from the Neva, past Solyanoy, Furmanova.  He turned onto Mokhova and parked where he could see through the wired gate into the courtyard where a rent would appear on foot.  He loosened his cuffs and checked the weapon was loaded and set the weapon’s safety to red.
    He had to make a special effort waiving and flaring his headlights to get the attention of the courier who appeared on the street expecting a police vehicle but the hand-off went otherwise as it should.  Gor made two similar stops to the southeast and further so, delays followed from similar difficulties getting the couriers’ attention, long looks and awkward leans to Gor’s face in the window.  At each stop Gor made a similar fuss with his cuffs and the weapon.
    Paid in full, Gor engaged the hazards and ducked the lights at Nekrasova and at Zhukovskovo bearing south down Ligovsky to where he went two blocks against traffic at terrific speed west on Svechnoy then briefly left onto Moskovskaya, right Razyezzhaya, south again down the broad Zagorodny neez Vladimirsky.  He crossed the Fontaka at Gorstkin.  He took an acute left onto Sadovaya against the light, roaring the car as the wheel spun back center.
    Past Voznessensky in the wasted interstice between the hospital and the postbox was a rusted portable storage container belonging to Gor and which contained a reasonable percentage of his more low-fare spoils and material worth.  It was here he stored the bona-fide American cigarettes (sourced from a tremendous black cage fighter training in Petersburg), a gift to his brother on his day.  The American had been lightly toeing about for marijuana and Gor had supplied him thus in trade for red pack American cigarettes bona fide and then on exchange he had arrested this black and sweetened his barter with further cash and cigarettes in trade for his release.  The American seemed to have little trouble delivering, even seemed a sort used to the shakedown.  For whatever it’s worth Gor had delivered on his end though in vain as the fighter was deported soon after by a different department for reasons Gor knew not.  He couldn’t have had time to enjoy his marijuana.  
    Gor did not disclose the full extent of his cigarette windfall to his brother, who had in prison developed an extremely advanced hunger for nicotene, and would simply smoke more aggressively should he know the true nature of the surplus.  It was thus not that Gor was opposed to sharing, simply that he knew best what was best for baby brother, and also what was best for maintaining a surplus, which was rare and paramount.
    He projected himself running fourteen minutes late reporting for duty to the plainclothes station past Turgeneva and nearly twenty-one minutes late to retrieve his PC and his partner for the day.

Author's Note

raw--grammar, spelling etc