i fear you won't [ignatius]

@"Thoth"

Pasha was well aware that the exterior looked like shit. He'd hacked together the signage himself without a second thought, and he'd purchased the building knowing it was in a sketchier neighbourhood than most people would look to start a business. Heck, it was halfway hanging into an industrial park, and a lot of his clients were actually workers there.

"The exterior is how I like it." It prevented too many people from poking in out of curiousity. It spread by word of mouth and kept things small. He wanted to remain low key for a reason; people weren't too fond of the Soviet Union, even less so outside of Russia. It was a somewhat dangerous situation to be in until he could return.

Would he ever be able to, though?

Pasha gave a vague nod. "It is fair for what I use." None. He used absolutely none. In the meanwhile, he took another glass and poured some vodka in before gently tapping it across the table, stopping just an inch away from Ignatius' elbow. Part of him was curious as to how much he needed to pump into the man to get him drunk. He was even taller than Pasha was, damn it.

As for being wall off in Russia, he shrugged. "Not quite, but you may consider it." He was well off once upon a time, during his heydays. He may have still technically been relevant, but it was the wrong kind of spotlight.

@"Thoth"

No, one definitely did not sip vodka. In fact, the sight of Ignatius sipping at the clear liquid made Pasha raise a brow at him, lips pressed into his usual unimpressed line. Taking it down in shots was the usual way, or mixing it in a drink was how you wanted to sip at it. The best tasted like alcoholic nothing, and the worst tasted like fuel. There was no reason to savour either in its natural state, really.

Pasha sighed, picking up the bottle and observing it for a moment as if it held some deep secret, twisting it in his gloved hand before pouring himself another shot.

"I have no loans." He took the shoot without so much as a hesitation or a flinch. Vodka was much like water to him now, and considering his liver held up to it well enough and regenerated faster than it could be damaged, there was literally no harm.

He reached over at that point, pouring Ignatius another shot and looking at him expectantly. "But now I must ask, what does this matter to you?" Why did he come in asking him all these questions on where he got his money from and why or how he opened the business. He mentioned just checking up on the health of new businesses, but Ignatius didn't appeal to him as the sort who would do it out of the goodness of his heart.

Pasha poured himself another, then held out the glass as if to give him a cheer. The same expectant look was plastered on his face.