"So, your boy is going to be going to your room. We can handle this here. Right?"
"You're crazy!"
"Ummm, why am I here?"
"You want to kill this mother fucker? Or maybe want a job with me instead of being a prostitute for these pigs?"
"No, and yes. Maybe?"
"Anyway stud, I'd love to put your brains all over that wall. But open the phone, and I'll be in touch with Uncle Oleg, and we can discuss why he should not be meddling in some things."
"Yea, sure. Just don't do anything to me. Yea?"