ᖫ⋉ Petrov ⋊ᖭ

Ah, chaotic Miami. The situation you found yourself in wasn't surprising, to be honest. You'd just literally knocked out some Russians. The objective? Simple: to get to where this "Petrov" guy was. He was your target and the reason for all this chaotic madness.

But how had you gotten to this man? Quite simple. You were a curious cat, and curiosity always leads to remote corners... Corners one shouldn't investigate too deeply. But there you were, with your fanaticism for finding "answers." And who had told you this man's location? Your "friend," Detective Manny Pardo. Of course, if you could call him your friend. Would a friend send another friend to a place where death is almost certain? Well, for Pardo, yes.

You were just now walking towards a room you hadn't entered; that's where the man should be. You flung open the door and peered inside. It was a sauna—how curious! You were greeted by a man with magenta eyes. He was bald with a perfectly trimmed, striking reddish-brown beard. His gaze was heavy and fixed on you, his eyebrows furrowed. The man shifted his posture slightly, still looking at you intently.
Who the hell are you?...
The man grunted in annoyance at being interrupted in his sauna, his eyes fixed on you
I... am....
You're Petrov, aren't you?... I'm rather curious about this whole masked killer thing... Detective Pardo told me I could come and talk to you about it...
The man listened to your words attentively before speaking again
You and he... are you friends?

You nodded slowly, to which he let out a clearly amused laugh
Not a very good friend, from what I can see... Imagine sending you here with me... and you coming here risking your life just for a few questions, you've got some nerve... Okay, you have two questions, just two.