Notes

One thing stood out about the man in front of him. His eyes. Easily comparable to that of a predator's, sending the message that everyone else was no match and as much as it unsettled him, Sasha tried to ignore the fact. Inside it brought back the familiar feeling he had when he started out as the lowest of the low. Even now he wasn't far up that scale but he was no where near as vulnerable as he was back then. It made him want to punch the individual sitting across from him, fortunately he held the urge in quite well.

Leon's comment about both of their attire made him shrug. He thought his look went for a more casual look with a formal undertone but he did agree they both stood out. What with everyone else wearing brightly coloured jumpers or t-shirts and jumpers. Sasha shrugged. "I don't know this area very well." Seventh street didn't happen to be too close to where he operated and he assumed the area was dominated by the upper middle class so a suit wouldn't make neither stand out, in the end it's clear he was wrong with this assessment.

General mockery and smug smiles were something he found easy to deal with. Laughter, on the other hand, was not. For near enough any normal person it's normal to want the ground to open up if someone laughs at your idea and Sasha was not exempt from this majority. He could feel the shell of his ears begin to turn red, from a concoction of rage and shame. A scowl overtook his face, eyes darting between the hand on his shoulder and the man in front of him. He kept quiet. Escalating the situation was not something he wanted to do, well he did want to do it but he didn't want to deal with the consequences.

Leon's snarky comment made Sasha roll his eyes, raising an eyebrow and straightening out his jacket. "Talk all you want but at least I know how to avoid a life sentence." He retorted, fishing his wallet out of his pocket to pay for the drinks they ordered even if they didn't get the chance to finish them. Instead of following him out of the building he signalled Dima, who'd previously been loitering around outside, to hold him up for a minute. Thanking the waitresses he stood up to leave himself, keeping an eye on his right hand man out of the corner of his eye.

Dima took no time to put a hand on Leon's shoulder, undeterred by how much taller the other male was or how intimidating his aura felt. "Take some time to think about what he said." His voice sounded gruff and raspy, in fact he'd just woken up to the text Sasha had sent him and he wasn't all too thrilled to be there in that specific moment. He soon pulled his hand away and stashed it into his pocket when he saw Sasha exiting the building.

"Take this," Sasha spoke, finally catching up to them, handing Leon a battered USB stick, "it'll help prove any worries you have." He finished off with a chuckle, fully recovering from the scene that happened in the cafe. He had to remind himself he had the upper hand after all.