"Glad to help." Responded Ivan, grinning nervously. He was missing at least four teeth, and the ones he had left were in less than perfect condition. Living alone on the streets, he didn't have the means to be the healthiest or the cleanest person alive. He turned back to the girl, his brown eyes wide and fearful. "I leave now?" He asked tentatively, reaching down to pick up the shotgun he'd dropped.

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