This doesn't look like a vote to me.
You got a 5, that's a oof for me in terms of roll.
You nod towards Georgiy and he hands the assault rifle over to the nearest of your escorts.
When the man in front of you reaches out his palm to receive your revolver though you place your hand over it protectively.
R: "Nope, I'm not going in without my piece." You announce with a shake of your head.
The big man from earlier frowns and he narrows his eyes in clearly visible annoyance.
R: "I don't think you understand the situation, when we say you need to turn in your weapons." He says, his words emphasized by a series of handguns being cocked and pointed towards your heads. "We mean ALL of your weapons."
R: "Ugh, fine." You say as the the revolver is taken from you forcefully.
R: "Thank you for your co-operation." He says, his weapon returning back to its holster as he pockets your sole remaining source of armament. "Now please, step inside we have kept the Kapitan waiting long enough."
As the door opens in front of you, the smell of tobacco smoke immediately assaults your senses. Once you enter though, you see a sprawling office space with plenty of tasteful decorations, including a large mahogany desk laid out in the middle of it all. Behind it sits a woman, blonde and dressed up in a wine-colored business suit, even while she's sitting behind the desk you can tell that she's quite tall, certainly taller than you.
While your escorts spread out across the room and close the door behind you, you are gradually starting to get nervous about the situation. The silence that descends as the woman takes a drag from the cigar hanging from the side of her mouth is making your heart pound faster and sweat to begin running down your neck.
Eventually she decides that the two of you have been grilled enough and breaks the silence by dumping the leftovers of the cigar into an ashtray before leaning forward and letting you see her features properly.
Her face is scarred, horribly so in fact. The most visible one being a burn mark that runs all the way from her eye and down to her neck. Not that it makes her look any less intimidating, quite the opposite.
R: "So you are the man known as Stanislav Zhirenkov." She begins. "Peacemaker of Afghanistan" they used to call you back in the day, how times have changed."
You stiffen at her words as memories you long thought buried begin to resurface. You did not need to be reminded of that right now.
R: "Not to worry, we're not here to judge you. In fact I'd go as far as to say that a man of your talents could be of great use to us." She says as seats are brought up in front of the desk. "I am known by many names, but you may address me as Miss Balalaika. Please, sit down and let us discuss business."
You take the offered seating without hesitation, if only to distract yourself from the ghosts of the past. Georgiy soon following your lead.
R: "Your friend is not someone I know of, and I usually tend to think of myself as someone whose well informed about what's going on in my city." She says, a hint of curiosity in her tone as she looks towards the man next to you.
R: "Name's Georgiy, ma'am." Your friend answers in a neutral tone.
R: "And how did you end up in the city of the damned may I ask?"
R: "I was brought here by human traffickers before escaping and living on the streets." He summarizes, leaving out a lot of the extra detail.
R: "Most interesting." She says before turning back towards you. "Ah yes, as I was saying."
Balalaika then retrieves a something from within her desk drawer and once you take a closer look you realize that its a manila folder, the front of it plastered with the face of a man that looks to be of southern heritage with his dark hair and tanned skin.
R: "Since you said you wanted work, and given your reputation I know you to be a man experienced in delivering violent retribution through superior firepower my offer is this:" She explains as you carefully open up the folder and your eyes widen in surprise as you see the wad of cash laying on top. "Within the folder is information on a target I want to be taken out in a quiet manner, so it can't be tied to our organization along with half of the payment for his elimination."
She takes a pause to light up another cigar as you look through the photos and the papers containing all the important details on the man.
"I would normally send one of our regular hitmen to do the job, but you happened to appear at an opportune time when barely anyone here knows you so we have plausible deniability should you fail." She admits her reasoning to you.
The deadpan look you give to her in response only seems to amuse her as a small smile tugs at her lips.
"Oh don't give me that look, it is only sensible for me to take the most low risk option when one is presented to me on a silver platter in this brave new world." She says with a chuckle. "So, what do you say "comrade" Zhirenkov, do we have a deal?"
Well, with the information you now have and the job offer in front of you... what do you do?
>"I think me and Georgiy need to discuss this offer in private for a bit."
>"Fine, we'll do it."
>"No thanks, we'll find other job offers."
>"I think we're gonna need a bit more incentive..." (specify what you want to request)
>"Georgiy, what do you think?"
>I better think of something else to say... (write-in)