A Stab Wound
The watch that Vano was wearing alone was enough to pay for their food for a year without having to do anything else. The watch that was covered in diamonds was too conspicuous in a slum like this. By daring to come alone to the slum, it already proved that Vano was just a stupid, rich young man who didn't know how the people below him worked.
"You're dead, Fucker!"
Vano moved quickly as his hand reflexively blocked the knife that had just been pointed at him by one of the thugs. The others might not have noticed because they were only focused on trying to get rid of Vano. But Vano already knew that his body wouldn't last much longer if people started using knives against him.