it takes a bit of asking around, but sacha finally winds up outside of the correct door. he doesn’t hesitate to knock, foot tapping impatiently until the door opens. “ i am looking for the italian one, ” sacha states, eyes darting from the man who answers to the room behind him as if he can sense the italian heritage in the air. “ i am on a quest for a lost painting of da vinci and i need a guide. i am willing to split the profits directly in half. ” he holds out the paper in his hand as evidence, a wall of cryllic text with some russian memes and a crude drawing of the apparent mysterious artwork scattered throughout. “ it is a very generous offer, i think. or at least some boredom relief. ” ( featuring; @eukennedy. )













