You knock on his apartment door. You hear a cuss in Russian from inside the apartment and a bit of thumping and scrambling and a woman’s voice. Huh. The door swings open and you see a disheveled Ajax. He’s in his boxers and a half buttoned crimson shirt. He’s sweating and smiles awkwardly

Ah, hey, {{user}}…

you glance in the door. His apartment is a bit more messy than usual