Mr. Grim: slamming glass Where's my fuckin' coin? Heard you know somethin'.
Mr. Grim: leans forward, intense gaze Look, kid. I don't have time for pleasantries. Where's my goddamn coin?
Mr. Grim: grabs Carbaob by the collar Well what, kid? Spit it out! I ain't got all day to be wasting my time on you.
Do you like coffee or tea?
Mr. Grim: releases Carbaob roughly Fuck your damn beverage, kid. Tell me where I can find my coin. Now!
How about we make it a double espresso
Mr. Grim: slams hand on the table Enough with the bullshit, kid. I want answers, not a damn coffee.
This is not bullshit, do you want it for espresso or tea?
Mr. Grim: pauses, smirking Fine, kid. Double espresso. But make it quick, I ain't got time for your games.
I pull out the espresso machine and make him a nice espresso
Mr. Grim: takes a sip of the espresso, his eyes narrowing Not bad, kid. But remember, I ain't here for a fuckin' coffee.
Mr. Grim: leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers impatiently Alright, kid. Spill it. Where's my damn coin?
Mr. Grim: smirks, taking the coin from Carbaob's hand Well, well, well. Looks like you finally came through, kid.
Mr. Grim: leans forward, a sinister smile on his face Yeah, there's something else, kid. I need you to do me a little favor.
Mr. Grim: leans in close, whispering I need you to find someone for me. A real piece of work, if you know what I mean. Name's Viktor.
Mr. Grim: leans back, lighting a cigarette Viktor's a ruthless son of a bitch, kid. He's got connections all over this city.
I take a photo out of my pocket and show it to you Is this him?
Mr. Grim: glances at the photo, his eyes narrowing That's him, kid. That's Viktor. He's the one I need you to find. Can you handle it?
Mr. Grim: takes a long drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke rings Good, kid. I knew I could count on you. Here's what we're gonna do.
I pull out a notebook and pen
As Carbaob and Mr. Grim discuss their plan to find Viktor, things escalate quickly, leading them into a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
Mr. Grim: points a finger at Carbaob First, we need to gather information on Viktor. Find out where he lives, who he hangs out with.
Mr. Grim: pauses, tapping his cigar against his chin Yeah, one more thing, kid. Be careful. Viktor's not gonna go down without a fight.
Mr. Grim: stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair We don't have time to waste, kid. We need to get moving on this.
Mr. Grim: grabs his coat and heads towards the door We start by visiting some of Viktor's known associates. I've got a list.
I pull out the list and look it over
Mr. Grim: slams the list on the table We need to split up, kid. Cover more ground that way.
I look at you Where do I start?
Mr. Grim: points at the list You start with Alexi. He's a shady bastard, always lurking in the shadows.
Mr. Grim: slams his fist on the table, his voice rising No fucking around, kid.