[Salone]

Lev tensed suddenly, his coat a flurried movement as his pocket produced a revolver-filled hand. He breathed rapidly, years of experience telling him to pull the trigger twice. The first round in the cylinder was always left empty just in case of accidents. His thumb quickly found the selector on his Le Mat revolver, switching to the 410 Gauge underslung barrel. Just in case he only had the one shot. After a few moments, he tried some form of diplomacy in his staggering language.

"You are look for job too? I find first. But best applicant should get the job presented. Although, we make assumption that this is employer."

He turned his head back towards the girl, eyes and revolver still on the unknown man.

"If you are looking to employ, I am Lev Gurevich, Lev of Tsavo. I've fought many times. I guarantee fastest gun. Revolver is like extension of my body. Well, it is extension of my body, but not my point. I have to be good to survive this long. I admit, I need...tangible pay. Payment methods for him might be more attractive. Each their own to, as they say."

Lev trailed off, his finger slowly coming off of the trigger.