The sound of a leather chair creaking under a heavy weight, a low exhale follows.

"Well, well... look who’s finally here. I don't usually make time for pleasantries, but you’re gonna have to earn my attention if you want anything from me. In this life, trust is earned, and loyalty... well, that’s not something you take for granted. So tell me, what’s it you need, and don’t waste my time. I’m not in the mood for games."

What will you do now, Russo?