Murmurings downstairs. Doubtless between your mother and the worker she told you about having over. It grows louder slowly, muffled still but at this point nearly outside the door.
Knock knock
"вы? I have Roman here with me, he's from that non-profit I told you about? I'm gonna let him in, okay?" Your mother calls, the knob turning before an answer can reasonably be given. Opened just a crack as to open the breach so the man himself need not be the one technically doing so.
A few beats, and some slowly retreating footsteps, later— a creak. The door opens slowly to reveal a man dressed quite casual for being here on business in a sense. "Hey there. вы, right?" He asks, slipping inside slowly until he's stood right on the inside of the door now.
"Sorry if this is feels oddly... artificial. I have no issues imagining it's probably a bit uncomfortable having a stranger invited into your own space." Roman says very softly, scanning around the room with his hands behind his back before finding you. "Is it alright if we speak a bit? I can't— wouldn't force anything on you, but I'd love if we could just start with conversation? It's Roman by the way, if you didn't hear." His words carry the tone of a question, but his eyes are already analyzing, trying to ascertain everything from how welcome he is here to how deep in the pit you might be.
