Seeing the Japanese filmmaker's
work as a direct rip-off of
their friend Igor's less expensive
blockbusters, Ivan came up with
the plan & as usual Eli supplied
the money. They were in a penthouse
hotel suite overlooking Central |||
Park when Leonard appeared
from beneath a trestle dedicated
to Pushkin and fired:
no one screamed; they were
too tired & even Pushkin wasn't
sure what he'd seen: two blazes
of light and a muffled hiss. Then
turning on his heels || the man
once again becoming a shadow.