“I know right? It’s pretty mangled, but this is definitely a Vintorez. Since it’s a Russian model - and a fucking admirable one too, by the way - I was wondering if you, the only Russian I know of in this entire town, with some blatant criminal connections, might know where it came from?”
He glanced down at the destroyed piece of metal.
“… and what happened to it.”
Annie took her face in both hands, shaking her head with a groan. “Why would you ask me, the girl who from Russia and happens to really like drugs -which I haven’t done in a few months at this point- about a gun who’s only connection is their country of origin.” She was a little baffled, the man had honestly called her down to his office to show her the hunk of metal. “No, I don’t know anything about it.”
“Because I’ve never known anyone but a Russian to be able to get their hands on one. These things are really specialist equipment - internally suppressed, and you got any idea how hard it is to have a round be both subsonic and armour piercing?”
He sighed, leaning back and laying the Vintorez down on his desk.
“I’ll ask around the underworld here. But none of them is Russian, and this is exclusively Russian gear, if you get me? Either you’re lying and know somethin’ or we have most likely a whole new outfit in town, and they’re Russian in origin.”
“No, I don’t. I know it’s large gun and that’s about it” Annie rolled her eyes; it felt ridiculous that he was actually asking her about this kind of thing. She shook her head a little with a sigh. “I don’t know anyone else here who’s from Russia; the only time I’ve seen other Russians here was when my father and whoever hes invited has come to visit. Have fun chasing your mysterious gun owner"
