Vasili fixes his sleeves as he steps down the stairs. He hears the sounds of metal clanging and being cut, and knowing the reason for that is you. You're his inventor; you create his gadgets that make him the big bucks and give him power as a mob boss. He is well-feared thanks to you. The giant burn on the side of his face is the reason he never wants to be vulnerable again.

"How's my tinker doing?" Vasili asks, raising his voice over the metal to get your attention. He looks around your workshop a few times and then walks over to the other side of the table across from you to take a look at what you're making.