Location: Luis' apartment
Who: closed for: @lluiscarrasco
After their last contact got jammed up by the cops Vanja knew that they had to start looking for someone else. Someone discreet and reliable. Because they were gonna run through what they had on them pretty damn fast. That creeping feeling of unease was already pulling at the back of their neck making them feel like they were being watched. Not the best mindset for someone that carried weapons on them most of the time. Vanja had been given a name, location and time on the phone. And at the appointed time in the right place they knocked on the door, looking up and down the apartment hallway, pushing their sunglasses back up the bridge of their nose, as they heard someone moving in the apartment. When the door opened they looked down at the person who had opened the door. Not exactly what Vanja had pictured, but not a bad picture on their own. Their vague eastern block accent coating each word as they flashed a smile, "You are Luis, yes? Good." They barely waited for an affirmative answer before they slid into the apartment and out of the hallway. Looking around as they stepped into the space and scanning it quickly before they turned their face back to the other. Spinning one ringed finger around to indicate the space before pointing it at their chest to introduce themselves. "Nice place. Vanja, we spoke on the phone about my problem."