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[center][sub]Location: Home    Interaction: Text message to Boris [@Kkushmar][/sub][/center]
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Lev had made it home fairly easily though by the time he made it there he was freezing, he wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, but he knew the hot temperature would only cause his back to sting more. So, annoyed, he instead took a cold shower. [color=c49c48][i]“You could have just pushed her out of the way idiot, why did you have to be the night in cloth armor and block the damn glass with your body?”[/i][/color] He questioned himself as the water ran down his back and he got used to the stinging sensation. This wasn’t his first rodeo, he had been injured before, but it still sucked either way. 

After about an hour of standing under the cool water and attempting to gently wash his scratched and battered back he got out of the shower. He took a look at his back in the mirror. It looked like in the time it took him to get back most of it had stopped bleeding, though he had opened a few spots in his attempt to clean. [color=c49c48][i]“This is going to be a pain in the ass the next few days…”[/i][/color] He groaned to himself as he slipped his boxers and walked into his bedroom where he made sure to plug in his phone to charge and then planted face first into his pillow, and shimmied under his blankets.

Turns out trying to sleep on your stomach when you are not used to it is not an easy task. He couldn’t get comfortable. He tried laying on his side for a bit too but honestly it wasn’t any better, causing some of the cuts to sting a bit from the pressure. So, eventually, he gave up on falling asleep and grabbed his phone, 4am... It was early but now was as good a time as any to send Boris the info he had. [color=c49c48][u]“Yo, here are the locations of the safehouses I know about. Some may be inactive now but I know at least a few are still in use. The fat fuck never stays in the same one for long, almost never stays in his actual house. I do know his girl stays there though so if you wanna drag him out of whatever hole he is hiding in you can always use her as leverage. Not sure if you are opposed to hostages but it’s an option.”[/u][/color] He typed out the locations carefully and then hit the send button. Lev stared at his phone for a while, he wasn’t really sure why, it’s not like he was expecting a reply soon, or at all really. Eventually he decided to add, [color=c49c48][u]“Oh and I know the names and locations of some people that are in debt, if you wanna hang around their places for a while and question his goons when they come to collect.”[/u][/color] He did not send this list, it was more of a, let me know if you want it, kinda text. 

After a little while of fiddling around on his phone playing random games he sighed. He was tired but knew he likely wasn’t getting any sleep today, he would try again tomorrow. Getting up from his bed he got fully dressed, carefully putting on a shirt and his spare jacket and deciding that since he didn’t get anything at the gala like he had wanted he would have to take to his usual methods of gaining information. And so, with that, he headed into the city for the day, with no intention of returning until he had some information he could trade.