Sometimes two people find themselves at the wrong place at the right time.

V: You Sergei?
Sergei: Nice of you to ask. Lately I feel there is neon sign over my head that says "Sergei who fuck with Tiger Claws."

Maiko: How'm I to deal with you?
V: Ah, don't mind me - just here to blend into the decor.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

What, smoking after sex not Zen enough for you? We gotta rewrite "The Art of War", too?