"I really wanted to meet him. That Niel ... At first, just seeing him from afar, I actually thought he was a supermodel, one of those women, with those long, slender legs. But it turns out, he's a Beta male... Still, if he doesn't want to meet, there's nothing I can do. I can't force him."
Vadim walked toward a wall lined with various firearms. Zion didn't have much interest in guns, for him, a weapon was simply a weapon— but judging by the number of old models displayed, it seemed the man had a passion for collecting them.
Zion glanced at them one by one, and noticing this, Vadim spoke up, "Would you like to take home a few antique guns? I don't keep them on display here though. Only if you're interested, of course."
Zion shook his head right away. "I'm not interested. So no need."
"Ah, now I don't know what kind of souvenir I should give you when you leave later."
"There's no need for that."
