his name is Slav

I imagined a heavy set older man
sauntering into my office, extending his hand
I'm Slav.
he would sit down heavily onto my too small
guest chair and would gaze at me directly,
small, sharp eyes and a set jaw
he'd get right to the point, brusque in fact
I'd respond in kind and the meeting would end,
efficiently, items noted, a plan forward.
I was almost right.