09-18-2013, 01:08 PM
Yuri looked up from his breakfast at the kid from last night. Peter, so he introduced himself. Damned if he didn't have the worst Russian accent Yuri had ever heard. He was surprised he hadn't noticed the other night.
"Yeah, I'm Yuri,"
he replied as he finished his last sausage and put his napkin over his plate. Errands, huh? So Mudak wanted Yuri to babysit the kid and make sure he didn't fuck up or get himself killed. Not too surprising considering how his last deal had gone. What an amateur. Mudak's nephew, by the kid's admission. A family business, then -- Yuri told himself he'd better be careful the fuckup nephew didn't get too badly hurt or it'd bring down the asshole boss on him.
'Course, Mudak couldn't have cared too much about his nephew if he was willing to get Peter involved in such a dangerous business on the street level.
Yuri pulled out a couple of bills from his pocket and left them for the waitress, then stood up. Quicker he got this done the quicker he could get on with his own shit. "Alright Peter, let's get this govno done. Vremya tratit'."
"Yeah, I'm Yuri,"
he replied as he finished his last sausage and put his napkin over his plate. Errands, huh? So Mudak wanted Yuri to babysit the kid and make sure he didn't fuck up or get himself killed. Not too surprising considering how his last deal had gone. What an amateur. Mudak's nephew, by the kid's admission. A family business, then -- Yuri told himself he'd better be careful the fuckup nephew didn't get too badly hurt or it'd bring down the asshole boss on him.
'Course, Mudak couldn't have cared too much about his nephew if he was willing to get Peter involved in such a dangerous business on the street level.
Yuri pulled out a couple of bills from his pocket and left them for the waitress, then stood up. Quicker he got this done the quicker he could get on with his own shit. "Alright Peter, let's get this govno done. Vremya tratit'."