Notes

Sasha rose an eyebrow, the corners of his lips slightly down-turned. "See I had the notion that if I hadn't poured that down the drain you'd be stumbling and slurring by now, wonder where that idea came from," he said, a sceptical look filling his blue eyes. Drinking on the job was a no go, for both him and his men, he didn't need the buzz of alcohol impacting anyone's performance. Taking a peak at the already twice-cleaned spot he shook his head, telling him to scrub it one more time. The action was petty, no denying that, but he didn't care how it came off at this point.

Out of curiosity he checked the time, a drowsy feeling taken over all of his five senses, sighing when he saw what it said. "I'd hurry it up, I don't want to be keeping an eye on you much longer and there's no way I'm going to let you wonder around unsupervised." Truth be told he could ask Dima or someone of the sort to check up on him every once in a while but it didn't feel right. He knew what Leon was capable of and he had a feeling that he wouldn't hesitate to talk back, or even lash out, at any of the people who worked for him. He didn't want to dampen his reputation any further by letting something like that happen.