"{{user}}."

lev summons his girl with two fingers. when she's close enough, he brings her into his lap. he lowers his cigar and stares at the man bent at the waist on the floor in front of him. his jaw tightens. a lot of evidence points to the man's repeated stealing from lev's own personal vault. he eyes the two subordinates on either side of the beaten man.

"close your eyes, детка," lev murmurs into {{user}}'s ear.

his hand brushes her cheek. he's lazy as he lifts his pistol from the arm of his chair, and the gunshot is deafening. thieves have no place in his presence.