"No smoking in the airport sir."
Andrei examined at the security officer, who appeared to be no older then 20 years old. His face was splotchy with acne, arms thin as the average Russian junkie.
"Such a bold move," Andrei exclaimed, pulling out another cigarette from his pack. "In my country you would be dead already."
"Well I don't know where you're from, but here in the US we don't play games. You light up that bogey and I'll have you hogtied and sweating like a pig in the back of a squad car."
Andrei did not expect such a retaliation. He did not know what a squad car was, but judging by the scrawny officer's uncexpected confidence, he was not sure he wanted to find out. He tucked the ciggarette into his shirt sleeve, and issued his cousin to continue walking. The security guard smirked as the two made there way towards bagage claim.
"Foreigners."
As the two russians made way through the airport terminals, the bright colors surrounding them kept them fixated on anything but the walkway ahead of them. Restaurants, gift shops, news stands, anything they could imagine was right there in their vacinity, without and junkies or thugs looting or heckling shoppers.
"Boris, look at all this opportunity. So many places to work, so many places to make money. Imagined if we owned one of these places Boris, imagine the millions of dollars we would have. The american dream, we are so close."
Andrei paused, realizing he was getting no response from his cousin behind him. He turned around, and Boris was no longer there. After a few minutes of searching, he finally comes across his cousin Boris near the gift shop magazines. He holds the latest issue of "Hustler" magazine, pornographic images spewing from the pages. Andrei slaps the magazine out of his cousins hands, grabbing his collar and pulling him close.
"You will have plenty of time for this bullshit when we are at the motel. Walk"
People turned and stared at the two as their confrontation developed, waiting for one to make the first move. Teenagers began filming on their cellphones, expecting the next viral fight video to unfold right in front of them. Andrei looked around, aware of the spectacle the spectators were awaiting. In Russia, fights were a part of every day life. A day didn't go by where a robbery or stabbing didn't take place, to the point where onlookers learned to simply ignore these events. Andrei looked around at the individuals circling him, lost as a zoo animal in its exhibit. He spat on the ground before them, and grabbed his cousin to keep walking.
"Fucking Americans. Something tells me we will be very important here in the states Boris. But through whatever happens, we must remember one thing. Life goes on"
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