[Viktor: Get your ass over here. I have a job for you.]
No sooner was he out of Suzuka's hideout than a message reached him. Reading through it, Dante was struck with a bit of nostalgia. It hadn't been that long since he last got a gig from his fixer, but with everything going on lately, it felt like ages had passed.
A short bike ride later, Dante arrived at Joy Street. Instead of going through the arcade as usual, he made his way to the back and used its door. A certain someone popped his head out of a nearby room, and when his eyes met Dante's, his face went completely pale.
"What's up, Boris? You look like you saw a ghost."
"A-ah! Dante, it's been a while." Said the big guy. "How have you been?"
"Great. You?"
"I'm doing great, too."
