Title: Don't ask
Summary: Challenged by AliceSloane13 to come up with an explanation as to why Red would have a dead cat in her freezer.
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A/N: I was challenged forever and a day ago… But better late than never!
I watched as Ganya and his men unloaded the food order in piles along the wall of the kitchen. He caught my gaze and discreetly nodded his head, indicating that all of the orders I had placed were in this shipment.
I blinked twice and continued to busily buss the counters. My eyes fell to the boxes with discreetly placed 'X' marks in the corners. Business was up and running once more, booming better than the post World War II, 1946-1964, baby boom spree.
I watched as Healy trotted out of the cafeteria entirely, talking into his walkie talkie as he did so. The CO's had never before left us alone with the employees of Neptune's produce , so something extreme must have been going down in another part of the prison.
"Galina," Ganya called out to me discreetly. "Come here."
I cast a weary look over my shoulder before I slowly approached him. I angled my body just so I could have a clear view of the entrance, incase any guard came back in. "What?" I whisper.
He looks around. He's just as paranoid as I am . "I- ugh.." he stumbled over his words. "I need a favor?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I hiss. "I'm doing your favor now.. Serving 15 goddamn years!"
"Shh," He demands. "Keep your voice down would you?"
I shake my head. The Mafia, all they did was take and take and take. They had already stole my freedom. What else could they want? There was nothing else I could do for them in here.
"Anastasia's cat died," he growled. "I don't know what to do with it."
My eyes widened in disbelief. Did I hear him right? I shook my head, my loose ponytail slapping against my shoulders lazily. "What are you talking about?" My Russian accent was thick and authoritative.
He glanced up, assuring that we were in the clear. "Her cat died. I need you to get rid of it."
"Why don't you just bury the fucker?" I ask in disbelief. "How am I supposed to get rid of a cat? Do you want me to get sent down to max, how would I explain that?"
Before I know it he's popping open a cardboard box, pulling out a ziplock bag where he had managed to conceal the cat. I blinked in disbelief, before rolling my eyes.
What a sadistic fuck.
"Don't ask, Galina. Just handle this." He commanded.
Author's Note: Enjoy the crazy.