A sly voice of a counterfeiter from an imposing man in black – Ivan Setnova – the man who claimed to be the vice director of the Black Owls appeared before us.
"So, you're the ringleader, huh," I said, glaring to his eyes sharply.
He fiddled with his mustache as he spoke, "Yoh-hoh-hoh! Of course, that would be wonderful chance to be leader. But no, I am simply another crew member—an acting leader for the group here in Avaros."
"Is that so?"
The vice director's accent reminded me of Russia. It might be just my imagination. Anyway, with him right here meant that I could deal with this mess without the need for violence.
"One of your boys there stole something from me. And here I give chase to him to retrieve what's rightfully mine."
