3.06. The day after (1)

Putin: you know what cracked me up today? that Zelensky guy, his little play. Said he expected you to give him a call though he knows you’re busy, don’t we all? "He’s got my number,” he said proud and loud as if he doesn’t realise: one strike and he’s out Trump: that guy is a joker, comedy used to be his trade and he’s got guts, a second thing I hate. Putin: Will you respond? Trump: I’ll throw him a bone, play along a while Pretending I want peace that’s my style what Zelensky really thinks, who cares! the guy means nothing, he’s just hot air I told him he’s never had the cards to play We’ve got the hand, he’s in the way. Putin : Okay, but I do wonder Donald, my friend who of us two has got the queen of spades? playing cards is fun but in the end I always feel that winning is my trade Trump: Let’s split the pot, let’s cut the pie. we need each other,you and I. the trouble with you is: you're hard to read you talk a lot, you smirk and try to feed. Putin: that’s true, when I play cards I do. But if you watch you’ll see it through. you’ll know my move, you’ll sense the flow: The hares will run where I say so. Trump: now there you go, all vague again. you always do this, now and then Putin: you know me, don’t you, now? I’m not a man who tends to bow delay’s my weapon, cool and grim while you strike fast on every whim.