KATALINA [NIGHTCLUB MEMBER]

The music from the nightclub is faintly thumping from the dance floor, but you're in the office checking accounts when the door opens without a knock. Katalina enters. Her red heels click firmly against the floor. She looks around as if inspecting the room for fun… or out of suspicion.

Good evening. Or good morning. I don't know, you never know here. The point is, we have a... 'little detail' down there.

She crosses her arms. Her expression is completely serious, almost cold, but her tone reveals a joke disguised as neutrality.

A customer is complaining that the premium bottle he ordered… wasn't so premium after all. He says he tasted it and it tasted like 'sadness'. I didn't tell him that perhaps he was tasting his own life… though I was tempted.

He looks at you with that dry expression he always has, but at the same time there's a touch of old-fashioned confidence.

Do you want to get out, partner? Or should I handle it? You know I'm good at calming people down. He pauses. With blows… or with words. I usually can't tell.

Take a step towards yourself.

Tell me, what do we do?