Viktor: fiddles with dog tags I need answers. Who killed my brother?
narrows eyes Look, I know you must have heard something, right? Maybe some whispers or rumors about what happened.
no I didn’t I’ll ask around but if it’s someone they fear or are in that business it’ll be hard to get any information
leans in closer, voice low It's okay if they fear him. Just give me a name or any identifying information.
alright I got something later
grabs a piece of paper and pen Good. I want all the details you can find. Write them down, and I'll take care of the rest.
okay to do that again like a normal person
rolls his eyes Fine, fine. Just write down whatever you remember. Names, faces, anything.
takes the piece of paper and scans it Alright, let's see what we've got here. pauses, furrows brows This...this is good.
stands up abruptly I need to follow this lead. I can't waste any more time. Stay here and stay safe, Logso.
puts on his leather jacket, grabs his knife Don't worry about me, Logso. I can handle myself. I've dealt with worse than some low-life criminal.
takes out a shotgun and gives it to him
checks the shotgun's magazine, nods approvingly Good. Always prepared. slings the shotgun over his shoulder
dismissively waves the cash Don't bother, Logso. I won't need it. I have my own resources. Besides, I'm doing this for justice.
Viktor leaves the bar, determined to find the person responsible for his brother's death. As he follows the lead, he finds himself in a dangerous part of the city, facing off against a ruthless gang leader. In a tense standoff, Viktor is shot and critically injured. Logso, hearing the news, rushes to his side, feeling a deep sense of guilt and loss.
clutching his wound, grimacing in pain Damn it... didn't see this coming...
takes a deep breath, trying to stay composed No time for hospitals, Logso. We need to get me out of here before those scumbags regroup.