"Dat eas definite efficient vay to kill person." Vasily took the case with a nodded and smirk, acknowledging Bryan's joke. "Na pososhok." He said with a nod, using an old Russian toast bidding someone farewell. "Till ve meet a-gain."
He watched as the man walked off, he was a little relieved the situation had gone well, acting rashly put him seeing his son at jeopardy. Setting the case next to him he pulled out a second beer and cracked it. Setting the ice pack down he pulled out the picture he'd been given of his son and imagined the next time he'd get to see him.