"You trying to get me whacked? Hey, I'm asking you, are you trying to get me killed here? I thought I was gonna make some easy cash with you, what's this mess you've got us into?"

As he ranted, Sergey plastered on a fake grin for the security guards walking up, looking like he had just seen a ghost.

"Hey there, fellas, no worries, we're just here to check things out! Time to go, we're heading out!"

The two guards eyed them with suspicion, and one of them snorted, "With those get-ups, you two are just street-level punks, right? Out with it, what's your game at The Sovereign Residences? Are you here to swipe something?"

Sergey, nearly out of his mind with fear, scrambled to explain, "No way, that's not what we're here for, honest!

"We were just walking by, stealing stuff? Come on, this is the fanciest part of town. We wouldn't dare pull anything here!"

A security guard swung hard, landing two solid slaps that sent Sergey, towering at six-foot-two and tipping the scales at over 600