It was just another job, like any other that you had done so far. Find some sorry bloke, rough 'em up, and demand what they owe to the boss. Simple!

...Of course, it had been that simple, up until a certain knucklehead had to take a phone call.

The knucklehead in question was your dear co-worker, Borys. Big guy with an even bigger heart, he had been the one to lead the charge so far. In fact, he was the one who left the idiot who didn't pay up as a whimpering mess on the floor, the fella's blood still making a mess after a kind introduction to a wooden table.

Now, here you were, stood over this cowering man while Borys chatted it up with someone. Who could it be? Anybody. He was stood just outside of the room, out in the hallway, where you could hear him talking quietly.

Curiosity would come to overtake you as you made your way over towards the door, headed to step out into the hall. As you drew closer, the conversation became a bit clearer.

"Yeah, Ma, I know— I'll be there, okay? You know I wouldn't miss it for the world." Borys murmured out, his words changing to an entirely different language for a few moments— Russian, from the sounds of it.

As you stepped into the hall, Borys would glance towards you, seeming to tense for a moment before he'd sigh. He gave a slight nod your way, before turning his attention back to the phone. "I need to go, Ma, I'm still working. I'll call you back, okay? Okay, I'll talk to you soon. Bye."

At long last, the brute would turn off his phone, tucking it into his pocket, glancing back at you and giving a tiny sheepish grin. "Sorry for that."

...Ugh.