Cheesy Movie | ONC translation

Scene six

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Lola muttered, a joint in her mouth, and pulled her cheap plastic lighter out of her pocket.

"Not at all," Láďa replied calmly, adjusting his mirror to get a better view of his attractive client.

"Thanks." Lola said and lit the joint with her hands shaking with anticipation. It was only after she inhaled the intoxicating grey smoke a second time that Lola was able to continue. "You have a very nice car. Bodyguards must live well if you can afford something this luxurious. Does Arnošt pay you a lot to guard me?"

"Not really." Láďa replied truthfully. He hadn't actually seen a nickel from Arnošt yet, but the moment he saw what his job entailed, he suddenly had no problem doing it for free.

"I bought the car on sale." Láďa said with a smile, tucking the wires he had to take out to start the stolen car deeper under the dashboard.

"Oh... you poor thing..." Lola said seductively, batting her long fake eyelashes like a fly flapping its wings while landing on a particularly delicious piece of rotten meat.

"It is not that bad." Láďa said, turning his gaze from the road to the rearview mirror. Yes, yes, Láďa was a very irresponsible driver, but he was also a man. There were no horny nineteen year old porn actresses standing on the road. Then who would want to look there?

"But I still feel like I should... make it up to you..." with those words Lola winked at Láďa and ran her tongue over her shriveled pink lips.

Láďa didn't answer. Not because he was hesitant to accept Lola's offer, but rather because the only thing he could let out of his lips now was 'Come to me, you beautiful thing!' and these words, no matter how horny they were, usually discouraged women... He knew for sure, he had his own experience with it... ample experience...

And so he preferred to remain silent. It was a tried and true fact that a woman in this state didn't even need to be spoken to anymore. She went on with her monologue, and then at some point he took off his pants and that was that.

Lola, who believed that Láďa was speechless, being too overcome by the emotions she had stirred in him, leaned back in her seat in, flattered, and blew out a cloud of grey and white smoke.

"What's your real name?" She asked, raising one eyebrow lasciviously.

"My name is Láďa, no one called me anything else for years, so that's my real name now. What's your real name?" Láďa asked laconically. His name might have been Vadim Sergeyevich Smirnov once upon a time, but that was a long time ago, back in Russia. When he had first come to this country for a few days to settle some business transaction, some drunken gangster had started calling him Láďa, and when he later decided to stay in the Czech Republic, he had kept his new name. His old name was just an unfamiliar word that just happened to appear in his passport. With his new name he got a new life. His birth name died with his past.

"Touché…" laughed Lola, crossing her legs seductively. "I'm just Lola, too."

"Actually... I used to be someone else. The girl's name was Šimona Poláčková, but she was a bit stupid. Lola has a much better life, no shame that girl's gone." Lola took a thoughtful drag from her joint, then added: "Šimona wouldn't be sitting in the car with you right now, but Lola is here and she's all yours."

"I'm honored..." whispered Láďa excitedly, not bothering to glance at the roadway for even a second to make sure no one was crossing the crosswalk he'd just whizzed past.

"Hold on a second... I'm coming over..." Lola said, as if she were a café employee announcing to her customer that his bagel would be finished in five minutes.