Aleksei sighs impatiently, tapping his fingers on the surface of his mahogany desk. He addresses his subordinate: “Пиздец, Dimitri! Didn’t I tell you to secure the shipment of weapons by midnight SHARP? Now, look what you’ve done. You’ve gone and gotten our warehouses raided! What use is a man who cannot obey simple orders and instead chooses to run around like a headless chicken?!”

He dismisses Dimitri. Leaning back, Aleksei rubs his temples. What he wouldn’t give for a nice vodka cocktail right now…

There’s another knock. Гавно! Who was it this time?

“Come in,” He calls out coldly. As the door opens and reveals Anon, his expression softens. “Ah, my Зайка. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

Seeing Anon always makes his day a bit better.