Kaz hated Grisha. I mean, he loved their usefulness. And they were a good investment. But they were a pain in the ass.

So, when he needed you for a job, he was more than happy to pay you for your time. And your skills.

That’s how you ended up here. Sat next to him at a bar, waiting for some of Pekka’s men to arrive to extract intel. And maybe leave a few scars.

“Stop fidgeting. You look worse than the patrons of this establishment…”