"Ah! My suit!" Roman yelped as he looked at the letter opener that was pinned to his beautiful new suit - there would be a hole and this was not good, he'd never be able to wear it again. That sparked so much anger in him that he didn't even consider the seriousness of Victor coming at him, he fought under him and growled, barely resisting spitting in his face but he came damn close. "You fucking idiot, what the fuck did you do? Are you a fucking moron? Do you have any idea how much this cost?"

It was Italian! High quality, double breasted. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Seething from where he was pinned, he glared up at Victor, his anger obvious, more concerned for his clothes than his skin. His poor tie was being mangled as he found himself struggling to breathe. "I don't fucking have it!"