Stepping outside of the apartment building with jeans, a black Kitanica Mark V jacket, black running shoes, and a Cuban cigar, the mercenary Tombstone puffs out some smoke from his mouth and nose as he walks down the chilly streets of Batumi with his hands in his pocket and passes his parked jeep; he puffs on the cigar once again with smoke exiting from his nose and mouth as he keeps walking.
He makes his way down the road, walking past pedestrians and crossing the road, looking left and right before taking the cigar out of his mouth to tip the ashes onto the street. Tombstone puts the cigar back into his mouth and puffs out smoke while walking closer to McDonald's.
The man arrives at the McDonald's, walks inside and looks around for the man who called him earlier, 'Reaper'.
Stepping to the back seats of the restaurant, Tombstone notices a man with light brown hair, neatly combed and in a dark sweater. He sits there, hands on the table, intertwined and sees Tombstone. He smiles and waves.
"Reaper"
Tombstone: "ჯანდაბა ჯოჯოხეთი..."
(Fucking hell...)He approaches the man and sits with him at the table, facing him as he sits across him.
Tombstone: "Reaper."
Reaper: "It's lovely to see you, Tombstone. Could you do me a favour and throw away that cigar? So gauche of you to smoke."
Tombstone: "I'm not throwing away this cigar. It's Cuban. This job, though...what is it?"
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