Chapter 4 - Balalaika

Gunther chuckled -

"It's funny ..." -

- "What?" -

- "Like what? You hate criminals and such bastards, but now you are going to join the gang ... Don't you think this is a little funny? " -

- "I ... I have no choice in this situation, besides, this group is different from the rest, it's not all bad here. Besides, no one forbids me to do good deeds, being a criminal. " -

- "Yeah. Only recently, twenty souls went to the bottom, of course, they were already the living dead, but if it was your task to finish them off, would you be able to do it? " -

Chubby froze - "I have no answer to this question. There is no point in wondering what would have happened ... "-

- "As you want." - Mister Mirror spread his hands

...

After five nervous minutes, the door opened and Phil and his men came out.

Phil nodded towards the door - The Captain wants to talk to you. -

Saying this, he walked back into the office while the rest of the men left.

The guy exhaled and stepped after Phil.

The room was greeted with silence. The room was illuminated by the dim light of a table lamp, creating an atmosphere of privacy and secrecy.

There were few windows, but even those were tightly closed with heavy burgundy curtains, blocking out a ray of light.

At the end of the room, in the center, was a large, heavy hand-carved table made of dark red, almost black, sandalwood.

At the table was a luxurious leather chair with a large, comfortable back, which was now facing the door. As a result, the person sitting in it eluded the guest's eyes.

The only thing that the chubby saw now was a small smoke rising up, which indicated that at the moment the owner of the office was smoking.

Next came a large bookcase with a huge number of all kinds of books.

Phil quietly stood by the door and nodded the boy to go ahead.

The chubby smiled slightly nervously and tightly as his eyes caught on Phil's holstered pistol.

Slowly and quietly, the fat man walked until he stopped a meter from the table.

The luxurious chair turned silently to reveal the 'Balalaika'. The woman fixed herself sideways to the chubby.

Picture:

The balalaika had a unique and beautiful appearance in its own way. Light semi-pulled hair, piercing blue eyes, a neat slightly upturned nose, large and seemingly very soft lips in red lipstick.

The right side of his face was covered with a burn scar that started from the very eye and went down the cheek. At the same time, under the left eye, there was a small black mole.

A red suit for women, clearly made to order, through the neckline of which a decent-sized chest was slightly visible, which also bore burn scars. In his right hand was a Cuban cigar, held by thin fingers with scarlet nails.

The chubby froze for a few seconds while he looked at the woman - "Wow, she is beautiful, despite these terrible scars ... No, not even that, they compliment her image and even make her more beautiful to some extent ..." -

Gunther chuckled - "Hah, maybe, but staring like that in your situation is unreasonable." -

Indeed, the woman's face had a slightly surprised and ironic expression.

The powder's heart turned over - "Sh-damn! She definitely thinks I'm staring at her scars like she's a freak or a zoo animal! " -

"So you stared at the scars." - O'Dim spread his arms, but the fat man ignored him

Balalaika smiled without malice - Have you seen enough? -

Her voice was soft, affectionate, and even playful, but this did not make it easier, because in the same tone she gave orders to eliminate competitors.

The fat man nervously said what immediately came to mind - And, sorry, it was very disrespectful, but you are just very beautiful. -

The balalaika's eyebrows raised a little in surprise, and behind the guy, there was a quiet chuckle from Phil.

- Do you really think so? - she smiled, showing white teeth

The guy nodded quickly - Y-yes. -

Shaking off the ashes, Balalaika grinned again - Ah, they tell me so often in order to get something, but this is the first time I hear it with sincerity and reverence in my voice. - She glanced at Phil - See how easy it is to make a woman nice? -

The man smiled - I've told you the same thing many times, Captain. -

The woman rolled her eyes - Yes, yes, but you just wanted yourself an extra day off. It didn't even smell of sincerity. -

- Well, I'm sorry. - Phil spread his hands

- Okay, I myself am surprised by this sincerity, because I also think my appearance is far from the most pleasant ... But we are not talking about that, because your fate is being decided here. -

Swallowing, the chubby nodded.

- No need to be nervous, you are in my office, which means you will already live. If I decided to remove you, then you would just be shot in the hallway. I like my office, and I don't want to pollute it with blood and brains once again. -

The fat man relaxed slightly.

O'Dim shook his head - "I don't understand why you are still afraid of death, because for you now it's a trifle. You have no relatives or friends here, which means you should be afraid of torture. " -

"Reasonable, but fear of death is not something that atrophies right away." - objected the guy

The balalaika, in turn, examined the boy.

Growth is above average, as is bodyweight, which was almost twice the norm. Medium-length, dark brown, greasy hair fell irregularly down to the ears.

A plump face, oily skin, some teenage acne, brown eyes, thick eyebrows, a short nose, and small, light-colored lips.

In general, his face was fairly symmetrical and well-angled, so that the chubby appearance could be considered relatively pleasant.

Balalaika stubbed out her cigar - You are a witness and it is not in my best interest to have information about this operation leaked, but you are lucky, today I am in a good mood, so I give you an outlet. You will be under the supervision of my people for about a month, so if you decide to tell too much, you will pay with your life. -

The chubby smiled, nodded, and unexpectedly for Balalaika said - I have a better offer. -

The woman was slightly surprised and secretly annoyed at this resistance to her will. - Yes? -

- Take me to your group, I am sure I can be useful to you. I know four languages ​​perfectly, including Russian: Chinese, Arabic, and English. -

The balalaika turned on the chair completely facing the boy and crossed her legs. A pleasant smile formed on her face - If this is true, then you could be useful to us ... -

The chubby said in perfect English - I am telling the truth, believe me. There is no point in lying, the truth would have surfaced anyway and the bullet would have been inevitable. -

Raising an eyebrow, Balalaika smiled - No accent, not every native speaker can speak it so perfectly. -

The woman also answered in English, but there was a strong accent.

- Thank you. - the guy answered embarrassedly, knowing that there was no merit here

Balalaika examined him again, but this time more interested - Hmm, I'm ready to give you a chance, but you will have to try ... -

The fat man just nodded

The balalaika put her hand around the guy's body - In my group there are certain norms, one might say, all pass the standards, and this one distinguishes us from other gangs. The fact that you will be a translator does not save you from them in any way. My people should be able to stand up for themselves, but in your form, it is extremely difficult. If I'm ready to work on myself, then I'll take you on a trial period. I will entrust you with not the most difficult work so that you have money and at the end of the month I will see if there are any results. -

- I agree, I will do my best and will not let you down. - The guy immediately nodded, because all this is only better for him. He himself was going to start training.

The woman smiled approvingly - Well, I'm not asking the impossible from you, you won't do much in a month, but I expect to see progress in your mass. -

- I will not disappoint. - the guy smiled

- I hope so, yet knowing so many languages ​​at your age at this level is a true indicator of talent. I would not want to lose such a rough diamond. -

- "How embarrassing ... I didn't do anything for this ..." - the chubby blushed inside

- "Get used to it." - the glass man threw up his hands

Phil, looking at the fat man and the Balalaika, thought - "It is rare to see the captain so happy ... It looks like she liked the boy, which means he has a chance for a good future." -

Balalaika rested her head on her hand - Well, now let's define your future work and ... Have you chosen a name? -

- No, I wanted you to give it to me. - the guy smiled embarrassedly

- "Nonsense." - O'Dim waved his hand - "You just could not choose a name for yourself and now you threw this responsibility on Balalaika's head, at the same time strengthening your connection with her ..." - he grinned charmingly - "I told you that you literally made for this system? " -

- "Fuck off." -

Balalaika looked at the fat man in surprise, and then smiled broadly - Well, I am pleased with such trust. It's funny, but I chose new names for all my people, but it was easier since I just chose those names that looked like the old ones. -

The chubby smiled optimistically - I believe in you. -

"Hmm, okay ..." she said and thought for a while. Looking at the guy with a searching look, she embarrassed him, but suddenly the woman smiled - Jack. -

- Jack? - the guy tilted his head

- Yes, Jack. -

- Jack, Jack ... - the guy almost tried the new name - I like it, thanks. -

Gunther chuckled - "You also thought about this name, but abandoned it, as the name evoked associations with 'Jack Sparrow' ..." -

- "CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." -

- "Yes, even a general." - O'Dim waved his hand, knowing that this annoyed the chubby because Sparrow was one of his favorite characters

- Hmm, can you find out why Jack? -

Balalaika nodded with a smile - Of course ... Your kind, sincere and naive look reminded me of the look of my dog, nicknamed Jack, whom I loved as a child. -

Gunther smiled. "You'd better choose the name yourself." -

- I see. - Jack answered awkwardly, cursing himself and the history of choosing his name - Now my job ... -

Balalaika fastened her fingers in the lock - Yes, tell me your features, skills and we will find you a job. -

- "Just don't tell me that you like to play shooters at night, they won't understand you." -

- "I'm not that dumb!" - Jack exclaimed mentally and hurried to answer Balalaika - Well ... I graduated from nine classes and it seemed like I wanted to become a massage therapist, so I practiced this ... -

- Hmm, well, we don't have massage parlors, but the fact that you have an education and that you remember him well ... Maybe something else? -

- "Something else? My peculiarity ... "- Jack thought and blurted out, not thinking too much - Well, I'm impotent ... -

There was a loud slap in the guy's mind. It was Gunther's hand landing hard on his own face.

Balalaika's eyebrow arched upward, the woman was clearly surprised by this answer.

Behind there was a quiet - Oh-yo ... - from Phil and a sympathetic look

Recovering himself, Jack quickly said - That is, I do not quite fit the concept of impotent! I'm just not sexually attracted and that's it. The doctors shrugged their shoulders and said that these were some kind of problems with the body that could not yet be cured with the current level of medicine. However, I am not against my illness and consider it, on the contrary, a gift, not a curse. -

Regardless of what was said, pity was still visible in the eyes of the woman - Hmm, quite optimistic ... Although you are right, even in this you can find advantages, for example, you are absolutely protected from female charms. -

- And I'm talking about that. - Jack nodded.

- Hmm ... Oh! - the woman snapped her fingers - I have the perfect job for you! -

Jack was alert - What? -

- You will be the manager of the brothel. Just recently, a fool with us decided that he could use the privileges of a manager, use the protection of the Moscow Hotel and at the same time rob me ... Now he feeds the fish, so we need a new manager. -

O'Dim rubbed his palms - "Oh, the perfect job for us, huh?" -

Jack ignored Gunther and confusedly asked Balalaika - I'm not sure I can handle such a job ... I'm only sixteen ... -

Balalaika waved her hand - Here in Ruanapur, sixteen is more than an adult. Nothing complicated there. Keep an eye on the girls, bar, and other brothel employees. They will give you fifty percent, you will support the brothel with this money, no big deal, believe me. You have any kind of education when half of the locals cannot even write their own name. Actually, the last manager was a nerd, but the brothel worked great and made a profit, which means you can certainly handle it. My guys are not very suitable for this kind of business, and I have few people themselves, so I cannot throw them around, and you will definitely be better than the locals. -

- Ok, I think it will be a good life experience. -

Balalaika got up from her chair - Good mood, well done. Now I congratulate you on joining the Hotel Moscow, albeit on a trial period. -

Quest "Mafioznik" Completed!

Purpose: To join the group "Hotel Moscow"

Reward: 100 Evil Points

- Thank you, uh ~ uh ... -

The woman was surprised - Oh, I didn't introduce myself ... My nickname is Balalaika, you can refer to me by it or just call me a boss. -

- OK boss. -

Balalaika nodded - Phil, escort Jack to the place of work and give him all the instructions he needs. -

- Come on, boy. - said Phil, opening the door

- Good luck. - finally said Balalaika and Jack left the office