09-04-2014, 11:01 AM
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Yegor walked into the locker room with Raul and Stanislav. He wasn't in the mood to work today but eh. Gotta do what you gotta do, right? Probably wouldn't be too bad. As long as those douchebag higher ups didn't complain too much. Bastards, always acting like they were better than him. He shrugged. Then he saw Pyotr standing there facing his locker and he smiled. Heh, now this might be fun.
"Heya Pyotr!"
he said in a friendly way, clapping him on the shoulder. "How's it going man?"
He glanced over at Stanislav. The guy had opened his locker and had pulling his Adidas track suit jacket over his shaved head. "Heard the boss was pretty proud of you the other day. Got to serve at the Ascendancy's table. Nice, man."
He paused, then casually asked. "Didn't something get spilled though?"
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Sep 4 2014, 11:05 AM.