A/N: Written by RubbleStrength! God bless.
The song in his headphones blared loudly over everything else as Dmitri worked in the taxi. With one foot out the open door to keep it open, he worked at changing the broken sun-visor. Screwdriver in hand, Dmitri twisted the screws out of the old visor, then slid it out of place.
As Dmitri worked, he hummed quietly along to his music, focused solely on his task. Once the old part was removed, Dmitri retrieved the new one. Pulling a knife from his pocket, he cut the tape off the unopened box. Taking a few moments to inspect it, he didn't notice someone walk up to the taxi-nor did he hear when the person asked him a question. Dmitri kept humming along.
His focus was pulled to reality a moment later, as one of his ear-buds was pulled out, and the sound of the garage came flooding in. Dmitri swung around in surprise. "Vladimir!"
Vladimir frowned and said nothing for a moment.
Dmitri assumed Vladimir had asked a question, and that he was suppose to answer it. If he'd heard, he would know what it was. "Prakticheski zavershennyy." (Almost finished.) Dmitri's eyes widened. He hoped he'd answered correctly.
"Khorosho." (Ok) Vladimir turned and left Dmitri to finish his work.
With a relieved sigh, Dmitri grimaced. That had been close. He decided to finish his job without music, as it wasn't worth the trouble he'd nearly gotten in. With years of practice working on cars, Dmitri replaced the visor within minutes, and left the vehicle, closing the door after himself and heading toward the next car in need of work... broken window. Wonderful. He frowned, wondering who'd broken it. He really wished they would be more careful... unless they intended on fixing it themselves...
So Dmitri's day went on-as most days did-fixing odds and ends in cars until the sun set.
