September 23, 2016
Simple. Engineer Kamran Khosravi would die in a car accident. Easy, done. He finished smoking his cigarette with chilling calm, so that for the first time in all the years he had smoked, he could enjoy lighting one cigarette with another and, without wetting his palate, not taste the foul tang in his mouth.
“Does the smoke bother you?” He rolled down the car window.
“No, sir.” The man’s sharp Mongol eyes were darting from side to side, unable to remain fixed on anything. Just like the way he talked, with all those annoying questions.
“Where are we going, sir?” “We have work to do.” “What kind of work?”
He felt less anxious when he talked. He did not want to stay quiet for even one second. Just to talk, about anything. It did not matter what.