Patolov: ...I carried my entire life savings here. One thousand, five hundred military-grade rounds to pay for my son's education.
And you sit here and tell me it is free.
Thank you.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Patolov: I will return in a few hours with my child.
I am afraid I will not be able to see him again. The trip is long and harsh. I may not survive the trip back, the trip here again, or the final journey to the Metro, so the second he arrives at the school with his bags he is to inform you of all contents and place himself under your watch.
The only things that he could potentially cause trouble with are his revolver and his Bastard... and he knows well not to pull those on people.
Thank you. There are not enough bullets in Moscow to repay you for your gratitude.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Patolov: One can only hope.
Thank you once again. I will see you in a day.
-And with that, the man walks off, heading off towards the landscape surrounding ISIS, the destroyed city of Moscow, and the Moscow Metro-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Joshua: Hm, payment? Oh, you don't need to worry about that. There's no fees or anything along those lines.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.