Valentin was going through a rack of belts. He had Mikko drive them here, but he couldn't wait to get his license so he could drive himself without having to lug a bodyguard around everywhere he went. His parents wanted him to hire a driver but he didn't want so many people on his staff; too many people, too many nosing into his business.
He approached Galen holding up two belts, "The red or the black?"