"Really, I knew it, I have the genes of a barista, yes!"
"You want to be a barista when you grow up?"
"Georgi! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll turn you into cat poop coffee." His father had just finished his phone call and sternly reprimanded his son's dreams, "Our family has always been soldiers; you should be a soldier too."
Little Georgi was clearly afraid to go against his father and shrank his head.
"Your dad is really nice to you."
"?????"
The man grunted and looked at Montgomery, his tone softening slightly, "I've already reported this matter; you can rest assured."
"Sir..."
"I heard that there is a bonus for reporting, right?" Montgomery asked somewhat sheepishly and then hurriedly waved his hand, fearing the other might think he was too greedy, "I just need money because my grandfather needs surgery."
"Yes, I will help you get some more."
"Thank you, uncle."
The man glanced at the time, "Stay here tonight."
