Don't mess around with...Nik

Posted on Sun Dec 8th, 2019 @ 10:48pm by Black Market Nikolai Udinov
Edited on on Sun Dec 8th, 2019 @ 11:09pm

Mission: Opening Shop
Location: Deck 5 - Lucky 38, Office

“Wo Jai Jiang Yi Chi.”*

Cold, dark eyes peered through the haze of smoke as the man many knew around the ‘Plex as Nikolai Udinov shifted his steely gaze across the room. Whoever this gorram person was that thought they were in for a much needed reality check. The tendrils of smoke billowing from the foot of the cigar didn’t quite fill the small office, but the bouquet did indeed. Nikolai eyed the scrawny, fancily attired man, his dark gaze assessing before he flicked those eyes towards the cigar in his hand. The last time the man had been in the Lucky 38, he’d suffered a huge loss. So devastating that he’d come begging on his knees to be allowed to make payments. And now, he here sat, his clothes in no shape of form as threadbare as they had been only five short months ago, all while having missed the past two payments.

No one missed their payments without repercussion.

No one presented themselves as this one did without repercussion.

And Nikolai rarely, rarely repeated himself.

His only movement was to bring the cigar in, his gaze returning to man across from him while he partook of a few puffs. “Where is my money?”

“Ain’t-ain’t got it.” Mister scrawny stuttered out, his scared gaze steering clear of Nik’s.

Placing the cigar in the tray, Nik slowly rose to his feet and buttoning his suit jacket before moving around from behind the massive desk to perch on the corner, bringing him closer to his...guest. “Now see,” he quietly tsked, “this just doesn’t work for me.” Nikolai’s clasped hands hung down, as he eyed the man and his new, fancy clothes yet again. “I bet those shoes cost a bit of coin, yeah? And the suit. I think I’ll take them for payment.”

The man left of sigh of relief.

“But you’ve missed two payments.” Nik stood, rolled his shoulders and nodded towards his men. They knew what to do. After all, dead mean couldn’t make payments. He dropped a hand on the man’s shoulder, thumb caressing the delicate feel of the fabric before giving it a hand, swift pat.

“Strip him. Let him find his way back in his skivvies. Leave him socks, as well.” Even he wasn’t that cruel. “Tell Alexi to find someone in need of such sundries and distribute them accordingly.” With a short nod at his men, Nik returned to his desk, unbuttoning his jacket as he seated himself. There was no need to give further instructions, his men knew what to do.

A tinge of a smirk appeared at the corner of Nikolai’s mouth as he thought of the man wandering the decks beaten, bloody and nearly naked.

It was almost as refreshing as the cigar.




OOC: *Let me repeat myself