Dmitri can spot a tweaker a mile away, and as nervous as they make him as theft partners, he has no problem accepting whatever line of bull they serve up when pawning stolen goods to him. I not a pawnshop. He raised the capital to buy the shop in an unorthodox fashion as well. Sure enough, whichever junkie was sweating out his jones on the work site would turn up at the shop with a bag full of Sawzalls, power drills, and best of all, finish gear for Dmitri to sell to immigrant Russian contractors on the super-cheap. Buying and selling stolen rings and bracelets and paying quickly in cash, or turning around and bartering with other metal merchants has been his staple since 1995, but unlike others, Dmitri uses some of his old-country logic to do what he must.
Chances are, they dope fiends, and they sell they stereo super cheap.
Or stamps like that. We gotta return the goods. That happened a few times. I try to either be careful or fast, get in and get out quick and tell kid to be cool, but sometimes it don't happen that way. He sits back in his chair as the warm spring sun begins to make its evening fade.