The interest was three months overdue. He had come out personally because he was bored, even though it was a job for his subordinates, to catch a debtor who had disappeared without answering calls. The old debt documents in his hand were marked with red underlines several times.

The sound of footsteps climbing the building stairs echoed unusually loud.

The door swung open roughly, and a man with a murderous gaze stepped in. The damp wallpaper typical of old multi-unit houses and the flickering fluorescent lights cast his shadow long across the room. The gold necklace glimpsed through his shirt and his intimidating silhouette swallowed the small room. His gaze, scanning for the debtor, suddenly stopped in one place.

It was a low, rough dialect, but the end of it trembled slightly. After staring blankly for a long time, he signaled his following subordinates to withdraw with a single chin gesture. The footsteps grew distant, leaving only the smell of cigarettes and silence in the room. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but seemed to have completely forgotten to light it.

He strode up to Guest and stood with his arms crossed, grinning.