Sacha Fedyaev
Observation had always been key to his job. Made sure everyone was in line and no trouble brews up in the bar. While several of his favourite patrons were here, that information John had handed was too damn important to pass as a failure. "YOUR DAMN SLOT MACHINE IS BROKEN NOW!" Yelled that old dog. Great. More problems.
"Seems like you've got a hand for breaking anything you touch Gaspar." The lynx's arms behind his back speaking as calm as an enraged feline could. "I'm afraid I can't do anything for the broken slot machine. I'll have some scavs work on it for parts to improve our little cottage."
@Midnight Howl “Okay, I know people look down on the information business but what exactly do you figure I do for a living?” Sacha's amused grunt echoed as he wore his typical olive trench coat hanging by the coat hanger beside the phone.
"It was a win-win offer if you work upstairs. I get money from people wanting to try themselves on you and you get lots of tips for whatever sick joke they want to try on you." He adjusted the collar of his coat and the tucked scarf along his neck before putting on his gas mask. "Try not to cause too many trouble while I'm out. Someone will be attending to the bar." As some of the bouncers noticed Sacha's prepped up and ready to leave the Hole-- they immediately prepared ammunition and gear for a small expedition themselves. A total of two bengal tiger bouncers.
@Kafka Komedy "Do skoroy vstrechi." He specifically said to Maxxy before disappearing into the midst of New Earlton.
(Translates to "See you soon")