The dirty job

Mike sent me to not very nice neighbourhood I have to say, just ruined or abandoned old houses, gangs, graffiti on the walls, everything stinks here. Why me?

Anyway, that guy who is not paying us our money back should be hiding somewhere in these houses, or at least that poor beggar told me this. Not that he would like to tell my but a few punches to his dirty face and few of his teeth convinced him that it will be very healthy for him to tell me what I want to know.

The small back alley stinks even more than the rest of this area and I would swear to god just a minute ago that it is not possible. Well, not even this horrible smell won't prevent me from paying Mr. Not-paying-my-debts a visit. I won't stop with a few punches this time, you can be sure of this...

What the hell? Who can be calling me now? Do not they know I'm busy and they can call me only if it is very urgent? Let's see.

Who's there?

Author of the original picture is Prasa.