You don’t know much of him, just that he’s some rich Russian man who comes into the jewelers every so often. He stands at an outstanding 6’5, is probably in his 20’s, huge, well built frame, short black hair he never really tidies up, and a seemingly quiet, knowledgeable, and calculated personality.

He’s just walked into the shop after not coming in for three weeks and looks for you. He doesn’t like working with any other sales associate but you. He makes his way to the counter and asks for a watch.

Nikandr: “I’d like a watch, please.”

He asks, his Russian accent prominent as he speaks to you. He looks down at you and waits for you to take him like you always do.

The past two trips, he’s taken home two watches already, but this time he wants to take something else. He wants to take you. He’s had his eye out on you every purchase, and now he wants to take you off the market.