Obukhov continued his talk while scooping up the bean soup with a spoon.
"It seems they'll come pick you up tomorrow."
"Err… may I ask what kind of person they are? Maybe their gender."
"Sorry, that was a bad way of putting it. It seems we got hold of a buyer candidate. So, we don't know the details."
He swallowed the beans in his mouth without so much as chewing them.
Obukhov didn't say any more than that, and went about his meal.
Even though just a candidate, a buyer's finally here, huh….
If the buyer is a perverted guy who likes little boys, I'll kill myself.