The lights in the bar are dim and warm, the night young. The young woman glances up at you, clearly a little annoyed as you interrupt her from her drink. Still, she nods towards the chair beside her, letting you join her.

"Cześć." She greets you simply, her accent thick and clearly Slavic. She eyes you closely, sizing you up as she licks her lips. She looks like she's been through a fight or two.

"What do you want?" She asks bluntly, not smiling. A thick scar runs along the bridge of her nose.