In The Name Of Brotherhood
Nebojsa surveyed his surroundings as he casually flicked his cigarette overboard. Exhaling deeply, he watched the smoke rise as they approached the dock. It was three in the morning the shipyard was all but deserted. They docked as he picked up his grimy duffle bag and prepared to disembark.
He scanned the shipyard for his cousin who was supposed to be meeting him. There was no sign of him. This was typical for Pavle though. He could never be counted on to be anywhere on time. Pavle had convinced Nebojsa to come to New York City. The emails that he had sent Nebojsa told of all the wealth and prosperity he had found here. Just as Nebojsa was lighting another cigarette a dingy cab pulled up.
Pavle leaned out the window. “Nebo my cousin,” he yelled.
Nebojsa turned around and made his way towards the cab. “Hello Pavle,” he said in a tired tone. His cousin had always been a little boisterous for his taste.
“Get in here Nebo. There is still a lot of night left. We could go to the clubs and pick up some ladies.”
Nebo opened the door and got in the back of the cab and said, “Not tonight cousin. It has been a long trip. It would be good for me to get some rest tonight. I must start looking for a job in the morning.”
Pavle put the car in drive and started accelerating down the deserted street. “Nebo you don’t need to look for a job. I already have one for you. Come work for my cab agency.”
“But I don’t have a license. Plus, the life of a cab driver doesn’t really appeal to me,” Nebojsa said dismissively as he looked out the window.
“What? My company isn’t good for the for the great Nebojsa Mladenović . You think because you fought in a war that you are better than your cousin now?”
“No, Pavle it’s not that. It’s just that I don’t think I would be very good at driving around here. I don’t know the streets. I would always be lost,” he said in exasperation.
“Don’t worry Nebo, you can run my errands while you learn the ways of the city. I am a very busy man now. I...
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