This wasn't at all how Jack thought he'd be spending his evening. It was late in the night, of course, some many hours before dawn but well after dusk and he'd thought he'd be drinking, or training. Most people were sleeping, but Jack had learned to meditate for a few hours from, well... that isn't important.
But he wasn't drinking (As he had planned), he was dealing with a short, rather barreled-shaped man who just insisted on speaking to Vadim.
"I absolutely insist I speak to whoever you work for!" The man had practically shrieked. "He cheated my son out of coin and I demand he repay him."
"Your son knew the risk and I cannot let you speak with him." Jack had calmly replied, despite his increasing urge to punch his stupid, fat face. The man had ignored him, barreling past him up the wooden stairs.
"Is this his room?" He had asked, pointing to a random door that just happened to be Vadim's. Before Jack could answer, the man banged his stubby hand on the door.
"I suggest you stop that," Jack warned, crossing his arms.
He frowned at Jack, then knocked again though this was mainly in spite. He raised his hand to knock a third time, but Jack had had it with him. He placed one hand on the man's shoulder and the other on his head.
"All I wanted was a drink..." He muttered to himself before addressing the man himself. "I could easily break you right now, so you're not gonna move or say another word, okay?"
The man nodded nervously, beginning to sweat profusely as Jack released him. With a resigned sigh, he knocked on the door. A few moments later, an angry voice shouted. "Whaddya want, you fucking putz?! It's damned near midnight, and you're here keepin' me from some fuckin' beauty rest!" The door opened, an angry, racoon-looking fellow standing in the doorway.