09-16-2013, 12:40 PM
Vlad shouldn't have been surprised to see the boy from earlier lurking behind the fallen garbage pile, but it had meant the boy knew too much now. He frowned as he started to speak. "I don't mean any harm here.
"I wouldn't have been so rude if I knew you were cool. Just wasn't my self this morning. I saw those chernomazyy following that kid and came back here. Wasn't going to let them mess with a good child of Matushka Rossiya. I see you wouldn't either."
Vlad laughed, Peter was hardly part of Mother Russia. He was an American. Sure he was of blood born in Mother Russia, but his sister had fled to the United States long before their beloved and hated father had died.
"'Course, good Russians take care of their own problems and don't bring them home. Maybe I could help take care of some problems for you." Vlad nodded his nephew needed a few things adjusted and he certainly needed a beating for bringing those thugs to his house. While Vlad didn't live in the Red Light District, he hardly could call Igor's anything but home, he spent more of his time here than he did with his wife and son. But what would a piece of trash like this do for his business. But to have another like him around, someone else to clean up after Peter and to put under the bus if necessary. It had it's appeal.
Vlad turned around and rummaged through the thugs pockets finding a roll of cash in one man's pocket. He tossed the lump at the boy. "Clean up, buy some new clothes. I don't work with trash like them." He nodded back at the three men lying unconscious. "But for now get out of here. You don't want to be when the Custodian's get here." Vlad pushed Peter, "You too. I see you before tomorrow I'll have your skin."
The siren's were getting closer and Vlad slipped back into the back door of the kitchen he had to make it look like a break in gone bad before they got here.
"I wouldn't have been so rude if I knew you were cool. Just wasn't my self this morning. I saw those chernomazyy following that kid and came back here. Wasn't going to let them mess with a good child of Matushka Rossiya. I see you wouldn't either."
Vlad laughed, Peter was hardly part of Mother Russia. He was an American. Sure he was of blood born in Mother Russia, but his sister had fled to the United States long before their beloved and hated father had died.
"'Course, good Russians take care of their own problems and don't bring them home. Maybe I could help take care of some problems for you." Vlad nodded his nephew needed a few things adjusted and he certainly needed a beating for bringing those thugs to his house. While Vlad didn't live in the Red Light District, he hardly could call Igor's anything but home, he spent more of his time here than he did with his wife and son. But what would a piece of trash like this do for his business. But to have another like him around, someone else to clean up after Peter and to put under the bus if necessary. It had it's appeal.
Vlad turned around and rummaged through the thugs pockets finding a roll of cash in one man's pocket. He tossed the lump at the boy. "Clean up, buy some new clothes. I don't work with trash like them." He nodded back at the three men lying unconscious. "But for now get out of here. You don't want to be when the Custodian's get here." Vlad pushed Peter, "You too. I see you before tomorrow I'll have your skin."
The siren's were getting closer and Vlad slipped back into the back door of the kitchen he had to make it look like a break in gone bad before they got here.