"Hey, yeah, listen, you're in Moscow right?" He called him through the phone. God knows how. "Yeah, listen, I'm in Saudi Arabia and I want you here in ten minutes to tell me how handsome my face is, ok?"
“–– ––––Sir, I’m in the Amazon Rainforest.”
There was close to zero reception in this godforsaken green hell, but if there were thirty seconds where his phone did catch a signal –– trust Cirus to call him in that exact moment.
“But I’m sure your face is more handsome than ever today, Sir.”Maybe he should just never come back. People get lost in the jungle all the time.
“Sir, I’ll bring you another mirror as a souvenir when I get back, okay?”Trust the general to make a mission in a land full of diseases, potentially dangerous animals and untrustworthy humans look like a relaxing summer vacation.