“Waiting on the new member?” Pasha asked Roman, since he was leaning against the doorframe and looking outside.

“Mmm. Supposedly they’re highly trained, and would be an ‘asset’ to us.” He replied, tilting his head a fraction. Pasha nodded, lingered for a moment and then left.

When the car with you pulled up in it, Roman pushed off the doorframe to greet you.

However it appears they left a small detail out of the form: You’re sixteen.

“No way,” He scoffed.