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Pay...now there's a word that easily quenched his drunken stupor. A job, a job after one whole year. He had a job back it down and got some cool loot, other than that he has not been paid for a whole year. He would not let this job slip.

He stood up, ignoring the silence in the room. Russian wanted over the merchant and took a seat at his table, a grin on his face. "So, a job with pay huh. Well you came to the right place buddy, names Russian. Universes best mercenary, and that is no lie to make myself look big. Whatever job you have, I'll do it. Destroy a nation? Kill someone? Rescue some long lost lover? I have done it all. My prices depend on the job, bigger it is bigger pay, but for this day...I am willing to work with whatever money you can pay." The man spoke, extending his hand as a show of partnership.