Chovik walked through his medium sized furniture store gettting ready to lock it up and head to the dock to over see a shipment of merchandise come in. As he got to the front door he reached hia hand into his leather jacket and pulled out a ring of keys. Once to the door he inserted the key and locked the door then made his way to the back room where he exited after arming the alarm and locking the back door as well.

He walked at a steady pace to his car, a black two door Pontiac, and got in. He looked aroud the area behind his shop before starting his car, and driving out to the docks. On his way there a car fell in behind him, his boys, following him all the way to the storage wherd the shipment was coming in. Once there he stayed in his car waiting for the delivery truck to arrive. When the truck showed up Chovik grabbed his hand gun from the compartment under the passenger seat and put it in his inner jacket pocket then stepped out.
"Ah, Cho, how's it going?" Asked the man stepping out of the truck.
"Slow and full of der'mo. Do you have the merchandise, Herold?" Chovik asked annoyed, glancing out at the water and getting really close to the man. Though Herold was an old friend of his he still didn't like working with him. He talked way too much and asked too many questions, but, alas, he got what was needed and was out at sea a lot making him less of a liability. 
"Oh, uh, yeah it's in the truck." At the Chovik waved a hand forward and two burly men came forward, passing the two, and began to unload several crates. "Business that bad?" Herold asked again.
Chovik let out an exasperated sigh before answering. "Yes, it is." He then reaxhed into his jacke, making Harold tens up, and produced a stack of bills. Harold relaxed and reached out takin the stack. "Now please get in your truck, and let us handle this."
Harold chuckled as he went back to the truck. "You haven't changed one bit."
Chovik's two men unloaded four crates, two labeled chair, one labeled couch and the last one was labeled table. Once they were done Harold drove away into the fading light as Chovik instructed his men where and how to put the crates in his storage unit. When they were done they all got in theor cars and drove away. Chovik to his hotel suite, and his men back to where ever they go for the night.