SCRA Recruitment Centre

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Vladimir placed his hands on the arms of his chair, bringing himself to a standing position, facing David while he palmed his Zenith and pulled it from the desk. Taking slow calculated steps, Vladimir walked around the desk until he was mere inches from David, and places the barrel of the pistol against the underside of his chin.

"Are you still willing to offer anything?" Vladimir questioned with a smirk.