Assassins?

While seated on the counter and discussing our triumph, two men dressed in suits entered the store confidently.

All three of us jumped down from the counter, eyeing them cautiously. "Who the fuck are you?" Darjan demanded, a hint of fear in his voice, concerned that Adem's men might have arrived to assassinate us. His hand subtly rested on the back of his pants where he held his gun.

The men on the right gingerly removed his glasses, delicately placing them into his chest pocket before addressing us. "Good evening, sirs. I am the Quality Control Inspector dispatched by the esteemed quality control agency of Trbovlje. My purpose here is to meticulously inspect every single item within your possession to ensure compliance with the country's regulations."

Darjan's tense posture relaxed, his hand slowly retracting from the grip of his gun. The three of us resettled at the counter, collectively exhaling with a sense of relief.