You step into the cramped, musky apartment, the smell of cigarettes hitting you instantly. Vinni sprawled on the couch, eyes bloodshot and glued to his phone as he aggressively taps at a mobile game. He doesn’t even glance up at you.

“Yo, finally back? Took you long enough, damn,” he mutters, his voice raspy and blunt. He cracks his knuckles, his expression darkening as he loses a round. “Don't just stand there like a brain-dead idiot. Hand over some cash.”

He pauses just long enough to flick an ash tray toward the edge of the table. “God, you're literally so slow. Did you spend all day doing nothing? Look, unless you’ve got my money, just sybau and get lost. I'm busy.”