middle of nowhere bit

Nadejda wanted to talk to Rusim so Zdravko put her on speaker.
“So you’re the other guy,” she said.
“You know I’m the other guy,” said Rusim.
“How’s it going?”
“I’m driving home. What you up to?”
“Nothing much. Cooking dinner.”
“What’s for dinner?”
“Couscous.”
“Couscous what?”
“Lamb.”
“And how do you do that?”
“One small brown onion chopped. I read it off the page.”
“Simple.”
“That’s just the beginning. After that is one garlic clove halved.”
Rusim got a call of his own. “Put her off speaker a minute,” he said pulling up outside some house in the middle of nowhere.
“Hey,” said Zdravko putting the phone back to his ear.
“It’s you,” said Nadejda.
“Rusim got a call. I’ll ring you back,” said Zdravko and hung up.
Rusim muffled his phone against his shirt. “Gomenko wants to know where we’re at.”
“Tell Gomenko we got a lead. Super yacht. Balkus. So far, all we have is a name. We’ll know more tonight.”