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"The customer is always right." Matt practically choked on the words as he said them. He didn't have to be blind to know that the other three men were giving him.
There was a pause and then, "No they aren't."
Vladimir and Anatoly nodded in agreement now. Matt tilted his head and made a hum of approval. "Foggy, you're right." The blonde grinned. "Vladimir, kill them." Foggy frowned. "I'll look away if you kill them."
"Matt! You're fucking blind! Comrade wipe that grin away!"
Anatoly groaned. "Don't tell him that, Matthew."
"Yeah, don't encourage the lunatic!"
"He will actually do it."
Matt turned and gave a deadpanned expression. "I know. I'll help him hide the bodies. Kill them please."
Vladimir grinned and picked up the nearest X-acto knife and twirled it slightly. "No take backs! He said I can kill them!" He only managed to take two steps forward when Anatoly and Foggy both managed to grab a hold of him and hold him back.
"Vladimir we don't kill people in America! It's illegal!" Foggy whisper yelled.
Vladimir rolled his eyes. "So?"
Anatoly groaned loudly. "You give me too much stress. Volodya, no."
"Vladimir, da!" Vladimir yelled, attempting to shake his brother and Foggy off of him now.
"Matt! Help!"
The blind man sighed but reached over and grabbed the black phone hanging on the wall and pushed the last button. "Stockman to the frame shop for a code... One moment please." A loud static noise filled the store as he hung the phone up.
"Matt!"
"What code do we use again for this? This is only my third hour here."
Anatoly sighed loudly. "It doesn't matter just call someone. Ask for Sergei."
"Sergei to the frame shop for an emergency. Thank you." Another loud static sound.
The group didn't have to wait very long until the Russian man in question came up and saw Vladimir being held back with an X-acto knife dangling in his grip. The man let out a long suffering sigh. "Really? It's only Saturday and we've only been open for three hours."
"Simpatichnyy mal'chik said I can kill them! He'd help me hide bodies!" Vladimir said loudly, grin wide and borderline on sadistic.
Sergei raised an eyebrow. "Simpatichnyy mal'chik?" He asked Anatoly.
The brunette rolled his eyes and gestured over to Matt. "New guy. Poor bastard is doomed. He works next to Vladimir all day."
Sergei shook his head and gave the young blind man a pity filled gaze. "You poor bastard."
Matt raised an eyebrow. "What? What did he call me?"