Nadia sat upright in the backseat while Hayder slouched in front beside Anton. He had ebony skin with rich Turkish features. He wore a dark turtleneck, blue jeans, and a mid-length black coat, with a thin black scarf wrapped around his neck.Hayder spoke Crimean, Russian, and English, but not Ukrainian. He spoke Russian with Anton but insisted on speaking English with Nadia.“What is your business in the Exclusion Zone?” Nadia said.“What?” Hayder twisted and glowered at her. “Why do you inquisition me about my business?”He turned to Anton and asked him a question under his breath. Nadia couldn’t hear a word except for kurba, the Russian and Ukrainian word for “whore.”“You want to know about my business?” Hayder said. “I tell you about my business. One, I’m in the import business. Two, I’m in the export business. And three, I’m in the ‘none of your fucking business.’ That’s my business.”Nadia looked away and let a few seconds pass. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to pry,”
