[As Vegas translates, the man looks at Lindianne as though even his contempt is too good for her, one side of his mouth curled up in a sneer. His reply, when it comes, sounds unkind and rather profane. Vegas polishes it up for him:]
He says he doesn't know what you're talking about and that his identity is of no concern to you.
[The man turns to regard Vegas now, eyeing him up and down, before saying a few more things, gesturing to Lindianne a few times as he does so. It's clear he's trying to get Vegas' goat, to rile him up, but it's not working.
After a few moments, Vegas walks over to a corner of the room, presses a button, and speaks a few words into an intercom. A few moments after that, a medic in another hazmat suit comes in and hands what looks like a digital finger-pad and a linked smartphone to Vegas. Vegas murmurs his thanks and walks over to the man. As he takes the man's wrist, the man resists, shouting, only for Vegas to twist his hand one way, press his thumb hard into a pressure point, and lean in to whisper something unkind into the man's ear. Try anything and I'll break your wrist, it feels like - and that's enough for the man to back down and let Vegas press his fingers to the pad.
It comes back with a beep a few seconds later, and Vegas shows him the screen.]
Teper my znayemo, khto ty. I teper vy znayete, shcho my znayemo, khto vy. Tozh davayte prypynymo vsyu tsyu nisenitnytsyu.
[The man snarls as Vegas steps back and hands Lindianne the smartphone. The display lists the mugshot, birthday, known addresses and aliases, and arrest and prosecution record of one Bohdan Illich Havrylenko, a low-level enforcer in Ukrainian organized crime.]
no subject
He says he doesn't know what you're talking about and that his identity is of no concern to you.
[The man turns to regard Vegas now, eyeing him up and down, before saying a few more things, gesturing to Lindianne a few times as he does so. It's clear he's trying to get Vegas' goat, to rile him up, but it's not working.
After a few moments, Vegas walks over to a corner of the room, presses a button, and speaks a few words into an intercom. A few moments after that, a medic in another hazmat suit comes in and hands what looks like a digital finger-pad and a linked smartphone to Vegas. Vegas murmurs his thanks and walks over to the man. As he takes the man's wrist, the man resists, shouting, only for Vegas to twist his hand one way, press his thumb hard into a pressure point, and lean in to whisper something unkind into the man's ear. Try anything and I'll break your wrist, it feels like - and that's enough for the man to back down and let Vegas press his fingers to the pad.
It comes back with a beep a few seconds later, and Vegas shows him the screen.]
Teper my znayemo, khto ty. I teper vy znayete, shcho my znayemo, khto vy. Tozh davayte prypynymo vsyu tsyu nisenitnytsyu.
[The man snarls as Vegas steps back and hands Lindianne the smartphone. The display lists the mugshot, birthday, known addresses and aliases, and arrest and prosecution record of one Bohdan Illich Havrylenko, a low-level enforcer in Ukrainian organized crime.]