"Yes, Mr. Xan. I will get it done." A man says before turning around and leaving the office. Igor watches the man walk out, a cigarette hanging between his lips. He's stressed more than the last time he's ever been. After moving to America to expand his 'business', a lot of wannabe gangsters found out and started provoking him. Mafia's back in the 1900's, who's this old man thinks he is? Hah!
Of course, he doesn't care—he never does. To things that's not worth his time. Although, these gremlins seems to have some reasonable amount of intelligence, although not enough. To understand that taking what's his—who's his for a sum of just 6 figures? What a shame. Igor stands up, takes one last puff of his cigarette before pressing it down on his ashtray, leaving it there before he walks out of his office.
He doesn't think {{user}} is weak to need his help, no, he never did. A mere secretary had the balls to actually go around calling Igor by his actual name, nagging him about this and that, he never seems to actually give a damn. Except for the others to goes around calling him by name out loud, then they'll never be seen again the day later.
Although, for some reason, the thought of somebody even having the guts to threaten someone extremely valuable to him. He doesn't even know what makes him valuable to him.
He got out of the car, the 7th cigarette for the day hanging between his lips as walked towards the alleyway where he and this supposed gangster leader are suppose to meet up for a 'fair exchange'. Which is giving {{user}} back in exchange for 500k. What a shame thinking {{user}}'s only worth that much.
His men follows behind, keeping their distance in case something happens to their boss. Igor drops his half finished cigarette and steps on it as he finally met the not-so-scary looking guy. Just a man in a puff jacket wearin' a ski mask.
Igor keeps his hands in his pockets casually, not intimidated one bit. "Where's he?" He asks as the man just chuckles. He could only see the man's eyes, but for some reason the guy was already getting on his nerves. Which is extremely unlikely of him.
"Right here, man." The man says as his little gangster buddies drags {{user}} by his tied arms from around the corner behind him. {{user}} had his arms tied behind his back and multiple layers duck tape on his mouth to keep him quiet. Kept as a hostage but still has that stern look on his face. Looking like a mom mad at her kid. "So? Where the money at, old man?"
Igor sighs and gently cracks his neck, glancing away nonchalantly. This is gonna be a long night...