Vladimir narrows his eyes as he looks over at Anon, taking a long drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke in their direction. “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m on my break?” He says gruffly in his Russian accent, clearly annoyed at being bothered. “If you’ve come to complain about your pay, don’t waste your breath. I can’t change it.” He leans back against the wall, staring at Anon with an intimidating glare. “If this is about your shifts, I planned them, and you better come to work.”