Yuri and Sabre lay spread out on the backseat of an open top 2004 Mercedes convertible. They sat upright in their own corners enjoying the breeze. Their good luck allowed them to run into Vasili Zhukov and his dad Imran Zhukov. They met right after the trucks carrying the Delta Force members Sandman, Frost, Truck and Grinch disappeared an hour after they were round up by ultranationalists. Their truck stalled on a rural highway outside Paris. Yuri told Sabre to flag down any approaching vehicle. He stopped Vasili out of peer luck. Something about Vasili's tiny male body and youthful face looked trusting. Yuri couldn't say the same for Imran who frowned most of the ride from Paris to their current location. When Vasili finally told them Imran was his father they couldn't believe it. They resembled slightly. Vasili had his father's soft skin and medium sized nose and olive skin but nothing else indicated they could be blood relations. Imran was obviously irritated by Vasili over some long standing family argument that wouldn't go away.

Yuri paid them no attention as he watched the French countryside's greenery: mountains and shrubs flash by them. Where did Vasili get this car? How old was he? Imran had to be in his late forties with his light brown hair slowly graying. Yuri prayed he didn't let stress age him quickly. Sabre watched Vasili through the overhead mirror. He guessed Vasili was in his late twenties to early thirties. He had a grown man's body for sure. His clean shaven face, low cut lined up hair and earring stud in his left ear could give anyone the impression. He could pass for a teenager. Sabre was a far taller and thicker than Vasili though he was thin compared to Yuri's brawny body.

Sabre began to wonder how they could afford a Mercedes. He was sure the soldiers pulled Vasili over for looking too young to be behind the wheel. Did Imran know his son looked like a twink or jail bait for some sex hungry and depraved soldiers? He wanted to ask Imran if his son had a girlfriend but shook his head no. It was better to keep his thoughts in his mind.

"You okay? What was your name?" Vasili's voice did not match his body. It was gruff and semi deep. Surprisingly, Vasili did not have a strong Russian accent like Yuri.

"Yeah…" Sabre replied uncertain. He waited than asked, "How'd you guys end up in Paris?" Imran responded. It was his first spoken sentence since they entered the car.

"This one here got us in trouble in the Czech Republic!" Imran sighed. Sabre raised an eyebrow.

"What did he do?" Imran grunted angrily. Yuri turned his sight from the countryside to Sabre.

"Sabre…Stay out of their business." Yuri's warning was picked up by Vasili.

"It's fine. We were kicked out by the army."

"I told you Vasili! That shit you do picking up men at night…The soldiers hate that!" Imran's outburst surprised both Yuri and Sabre. Yuri kept quiet. It was too much info for him. Sabre asked, "What do you mean picking up guys?" Imran faced Sabre giving him an annoyed look. If anything the two passengers shouldn't have been gullible or aloof.

"Have you ever seen Deuce Bigalow? Or the male strippers in the Red Light District?" Sabre nodded to both. Yuri sunk into his chair gross out by a man the same age as his dad telling him about the world's oldest profession.

"You mean a man whore?" Sabre kept a straight face. Yuri's cheeks turned red. Vasili muttered, "Dad!"

"Oh what! Now you're embarrassing to be a man whore!" Yuri nudged Sabre to hint that he shouldn't ask anymore questions.

"Papa…It's rude sharing people's business with strangers."

"It's no secret. All of Prague knows you! That ain't nothing to be proud of disgusting little bastard." Yuri's mouth dropped a gape. Sabre chewed on his lower lip. Yuri and Sabre looked at each other than at Vasili.

"You're exaggerating! I don't do all the nasty stuff other guys do." Imran interrupted him.

"If you ever come home with any diseases I'll lock you in the basement."

"I wear protection and I always get tested! Can we talk about something else! Please!"

"No…" Yuri mouthed to Sabre that they should leave. Sabre disagreed. He wanted to hear Vasili's story.

"Dad we have guests!"

"Who said they were our guests! They've probably seen more weird shit than you!"

"No…I think your son beat us…"

"SABRE!" Yuri hissed. He didn't want to hear anymore.

"How long you've been…What is it?" Sabre asked.

"Man whore." Imran answered. Vasili told his dad to stop being an ass.

"Its called male escort…"

"You went to Amsterdam to learn it?" Sabre joked.

"No…I went to St. Petersburg."

"He was supposed to be going to school! You know how bad you look Vasili!"

"I needed money and I didn't want to ask you because you'd say I don't have a job, I'm unemployed. So I helped myself."

"Damnit Vasili! You could've been a construction worker or a laborer why did you become a man whore!" Yuri nearly chuckled at the word.

"I've been taking care of myself Papa. I didn't have to worry about student loans after awhile."

"You're not normal!"

"Yes I am."

"I think the weather's lovely!" Yuri wanted to change the subject.

"It's okay. Prague is colder."

"Hmm I thought you didn't notice."

"Papa the city is surrounded by a river."

"So is Paris." Sabre grinned.

"See?"

"I thought you were too busy banging all those men to notice." Yuri felt sick to his stomach. He knew Imran's last question was not a joke.

"Hey Imran! I think we'll get off here." Yuri pointed to a road on the left side further up.

"We're almost to the house." Vasili said.

"Great." Yuri muttered. Vasili did a 360 turn in front of a glass mansion with a flat roof and a front yard swimming pool. Yuri bolted out of the car. Sabre waited for Vasili to leave the driver's seat. He wanted to talk to him. Imran walked ahead into the house. Yuri greeted him in the wide living room underneath a chandelier and a grand piano. How could they afford this house?