Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8 Amy Cahill had been ripped off, bugged, double- crossed, and taken advantage of one too many times. She was through with taking taxicabs. "I have a better idea," said Dan. He put his beatnik goatee and mustache on and walked right up to the hotel bank, flashing a smile along with his passport and Visa gold card. "I need a cash advance. Can you dig it?" Amy had to stifle a laugh. Did Dan actually think he was going to get real money with a line like that? "We have fee of one thousand rubles on American cards," said the teller. One thousand rubles was about thirty bucks, which sounded like a lot of money to Amy. Then again, it was NRR's money, not hers, and they'd just racked up more than $2,000 on their bill. "That'll be fine," Dan replied. "And, ah, tip

艾米·卡希尔被骗了，被窃听了，被出卖了，被利用了太多次。 她不再乘出租车了。 “我有一个更好的主意，”丹说。 他留起了垮掉的一代的山羊胡和小胡子，径直走向酒店的银行，带着他的护照和Visa金卡，脸上闪着微笑。 “我需要预支现金。你能明白吗？”艾米不得不忍住笑。 丹真的以为这样的台词能赚到真钱吗？ “美国卡要收一千卢布的手续费，”出纳员说。 一千卢布大约是三十美元，这对艾米来说是一大笔钱。 不过话说回来，那是NRR的钱，不是她的，而且他们刚刚在账单上累积了1000多美元。 “那太好了，”丹回答。 “还有，啊，小费

yourself another thousand while you're at it. I'll take a hundred thousand for myself if the card will hold it. Been spending like a sailor on leave. I must be getting close to the limit on that thing." Dan laughed as if he didn't really care, but Amy knew better. They'd had to count every penny back home. "Ahhh, is good for you," said the man, suddenly Dan's best friend. "In American dollars you have balance of six thousand. The card has forty-four thousand unused. But you know the limits of your own credit, of course." "FORTY-FOUR THOUSAND!" Dan choked back a cough of surprise, then asked for an additional 100,000 rubles, just in case. He leaned in close to Amy and whispered, "If rubles are anything like marbles, my backpack is going to be really heavy." The teller counted out the bills. The stack, amounting to about 7,500 American dollars, was so tall it teetered back and forth as he reached the final 1,000. Dan's eyes got huge and he tipped the teller another 1,000. "Very kind, sir, very generous. Thank you! I

顺便再给你一千。 如果这张卡能撑得住，我就给自己拿10万。 像个休假的水手一样花钱。 我一定是快到极限了。” 丹笑了，好像他真的不在乎，但艾米知道得更清楚。 他们不得不数回家的每一分钱。 “啊，对你有好处，”那个男人说，他突然成了丹最好的朋友。 “您还有六千美元的余额。 这张卡有四万四千张没有使用。 不过，你当然知道自己信用的限度。” “四万四千年!”丹抑制住惊讶的咳嗽，然后要求再给他10万卢布，以防万一。 他凑近艾米，小声说：“如果卢布像弹珠一样，我的背包一定很重。” 出纳员数出了钞票。 这堆东西价值约7500美元，当他到达最后1000个时，它摇摇欲坠。 丹瞪大了眼睛，又给了出纳员1000美元小费。 “非常善良，先生，非常慷慨。 谢谢你！我

wish you and your young friend a good day." Amy's jaw dropped as she realized that in disguise, Dan probably looked a lot older than she did. "He's not older than me!" she said without thinking. Dan smirked and leaned in close to the teller. "You know how sensitive little sisters can be. She's impossible." "Keep it up, buddy," Amy said under her breath, "and I'll tear that fake mustache right off your dumb face." As soon as they got out of the lobby and into the street, Amy hammered Dan with questions. "What in the world do you want with all that money?" "I got a plan," said Dan. "A plan? You're eating way too much candy and it's turning your head fizzy." Carrying around gobs of money made her nervous. "There, that looks like the perfect fit for our needs," said Dan. Dan was watching a middle-aged man get out of a car. It was the smallest car Amy had ever seen,

祝你和你的年轻朋友过得愉快。” 艾米的下巴掉了下来，因为她意识到伪装后的丹可能看起来比她老得多。 “他不比我大！”她不假思索地说。 丹得意地笑着，靠向出纳员。 “你知道小妹妹有多敏感。 她是不可能的。”“坚持下去，伙计，”艾米低声说，“我就把你那张蠢脸上的假胡子扯下来。” 他们刚走出大厅，走到街上，艾米就问了丹一连串的问题。 “你拿那么多钱到底要干什么？”“我有个计划，”丹说。 “一个计划吗?你吃了太多的糖果，让你的头嘶嘶作响。” 带着大把的钱使她很紧张。 丹说：“这看起来非常符合我们的需求。” 丹正看着一个中年男子从车里走出来。 这是艾米见过的最小的车，

more like a go-cart, really. And it was blue, which made Amy nervous. Blue was Dan's favorite color. "Time to start my car collection!" said Dan. "Come on. This is going to be awesome." "You're so much dumber than I thought," Amy groaned. "And that's saying something. Do you remember that neither one of us knows how to drive?" But Dan bolted across the street and hailed the man. The guy was bald as a potato, with stains on his tie and an attitude of being late for something important. "How much for the car?" asked Dan. "I'm in a rush and I've got cash." The man glanced at Dan, saw how small he was, and let out a sharp hoot of a laugh. "Stupid Americans! Go home!" "See this backpack?" Dan said, trailing after him. "It's full of cash! I'm serious here!" The man couldn't seem to help himself and turned back. "How much in rucksack? Tiny Tim not cheap," he said. Tiny Tim?! thought Amy. "Wait a sec—" "Enough," said Dan, talking over her. "I'll give

更像是卡丁车，真的。 它是蓝色的，这让艾米很紧张。 蓝色是丹最喜欢的颜色。 “是时候开始收集我的汽车了！”丹说。 “来吧。这将会非常棒。” “你比我想象的要笨得多。”艾米呻吟道。 这说明了一些问题。 你还记得我们俩都不会开车吗？”但丹冲过街道，向那个人打招呼。 那家伙秃得像个土豆，领带上有污渍，有一种重要事情迟到的态度。 “这辆车多少钱？”丹问。 “我赶时间，而且我有现金。” 那人瞥了丹一眼，看到他那么小，就发出一声尖锐的笑声。 “愚蠢的美国人!回家!”“看到这个背包了吗？”丹跟着他说。 “里面全是现金！”我是认真的！”那人似乎忍不住转过身来。 “背包里有多少钱？”小蒂姆可不便宜，”他说。 小蒂姆? !认为艾米。“等一下——”“够了，”丹说，说服了她。 “我给

you, um, let's see… how about twenty thousand rubles for it?" Amy coughed up a weird yelping sound, as if there were a hair ball stuck in her throat. The idea of spending twenty thousand anything was outrageous. "Thirty," said the man, fiddling with his tie and looking at Dan sideways. Dan hauled bills out of the backpack. "You know how to drive Russian car?" asked the man, beaming. "I show you!" Dan beamed right back. "You got yourself a deal." A few minutes later, the potato-headed man had taken his thirty thousand rubles, happy as a clam, and given Dan and Amy a five-minute tour of Tiny Tim. It wasn't much bigger than a refrigerator, and it only had two gears: slow and fast. "Leave stick up until Tiny is twenty-five, then slam it down, like so." The man grabbed the stick shift and yanked it back about a foot. "No… how you say… clatch?" "Clutch," corrected Amy, sounding more

你，嗯，让我想想……两万卢布怎么样？”艾米咳出一种奇怪的叫声，好像有一个毛球卡在她的喉咙里。 花两万美元的想法太离谱了。 “30岁，”那人一边说，一边摆弄着领带，斜眼看着丹。 丹从背包里掏出几张钞票。 “你知道怎么开俄罗斯车吗？”那人笑着问。 “我指给你看！”丹也笑了。 “我们一言为定。” 几分钟后，那个长着土豆头的人心满意足地拿起他的三万卢布，带着丹和艾米对小提姆进行了五分钟的参观。 它比冰箱大不了多少，只有两个档位：慢速和快速。 “把棍子留到蒂尼25岁，然后把它摔下去，就像这样。” 那人抓住变速杆，猛地往后拉了一英尺。 “不……你怎么说……抓？”“离合器，”艾米纠正道，声音听起来更像

interested in Tiny Tim. "Little sister is rude," said the man. "You said it," offered Dan, running his fingers through the fake goatee. Amy thought she might explode. The man pointed to the pedals on the floor in front of the driver's seat. "That is brake, that is gas. Easy!" "Seems simple enough," said Dan. Amy still couldn't believe they'd just bought a go-cart masquerading as an automobile. "I am late," said the man, patting his pocket to make sure the money was still there. "Be careful. Tiny is faster than he looks. He will make man out of you. Da svidanya!" "Dude, I'm so driving this thing," said Dan. Amy gritted her teeth. She hated it when he called her dude. It made absolutely no sense. Dan grinned. "We've got a boatload of money and our own car! This is incredible." "Yeah," said Amy. "Incredibly stupid." Dan looked wounded. "It's not stupid. Every time we use the card, NRR can track us. Now we're like outlaws— cash only and a cool ride of

我对小蒂姆很感兴趣。“小妹妹很粗鲁，”男人说。 “是你说的。”丹说着，用手指捋了捋假山羊胡。 艾米觉得她要爆炸了。 那人指着驾驶座前地板上的踏板。 “那是刹车，那是汽油。 简单!”“看起来很简单，”丹说。 艾米仍然不敢相信他们刚刚买了一辆伪装成汽车的卡丁车。 “我迟到了，”那人说着，拍了拍口袋，确认钱还在。 “小心些而已。Tiny比他看起来要快。 他会把你变成人。 Da svidanya !”“老兄，我要开这车了，”丹说。 艾米咬紧牙关。她讨厌他叫她哥们。 这完全没有意义。 丹咧嘴一笑。“我们有一大笔钱，还有自己的车！”这太不可思议了。” “是的，”艾米说。“非常愚蠢”。 丹看起来很受伤。“这并不愚蠢。 我们每次刷卡，NRR都能追踪到我们。 现在我们就像亡命之徒，只收现金，还有一辆很酷的