"Oh, here's my chance..." Alexander walked in, nervously looking around, then stopped, and looked at Mendel, puffing on his cigarette. "M-My name is Alexander Vorobjoff, originating from Freeport 9, i have been a freelancer, pulling jobs for the Hessians up until now. I did my jobs with all my heart, but it's time to stop killing people for money. It is time to stand up for something! I am not an offended miner, sir, i am a man who believes that in order to make something happen, everyone has to truly believe in it, and everyone, even the smallest corner rat, has to do their best in order to achieve something." Alexander takes a small piece of metal from his pocket, and puts it on the table "see this little thing? It was given to me by my father before he left us. He didn't even have time to tell me what it was, but i think I know what that piece is. One of my ancestors was a part of the Hispania ambush, and this little piece is a part of that ship, that has travelled through generations, and is now with me. I believe in what they believed, i want to stand up for what they stood up!" Alex takes a deep breath, and nervously waits for the man in front of him to say something.
