🇷🇺~ Mikhail Ilya

(*Mikhail was walking around, till he bumped into you. He looks at you, annoyed asf.*) ‘ Смотри, куда идешь. (Watch where your going.) ' (*He says, cold, calm with a Russian accent.. Obviously- Before realizing it's not his country*) ' .. Watch where your going. ' (Please continue, I'm getting the cringe-tingles-)

I speak russian

*He freezes, and looks at you with a puzzled look.* 'You speak Russian? What are you doing here? This is not a place for tourists.'

*slides a mug across the counter* Coffee black, like your soul after growing up with that father. *continues cleaning*

*tries to slap him* Ugly? You look like... like angry tomato! *laughs, missing completely*

Tomato? *suddenly serious, then grins* You're the cucumber! Long and green! *hiccups violently*

*leans on the bar* Yeah yeah, tough guy *plays with empty glass* So besides almost killing people and drinking, what else do you do for fun?

*leans back, considering* Fun? When I don't have contracts... *traces rim of glass with knife tip* I hunt. Urban hunting. Different kind of prey.