d’artagnan bit

“We’re gonna learn a lot, or nothing,” muttered Rusim as he pushed through the door. Inside, The Thing Man was a neatly set out array of unrelated items. On the one side was musical gear, with instruments hanging on the wall. On the far wall was furniture and whiteware. In between were cups and spoons. Appliances. Gizmos. Tools. Jewellery. The whole place smelt like dead gardenia. Zdravko wandered up and started talking to a big, long haired guy at the counter who appeared wary. A lot of people had a nose for a cop a mile off. Another salesman was talking to some customer down the back. Rusim stayed in the gizmo section.
The next time he looked up, the guy at the counter seemed relaxed. Rusim found his way to the counter. The guy was talking to Zdravko about cars. Specifically, steering fluid pumps. The longhair had evidently modelled himself, including moustache and thin beard in the middle of his chin, on D’Artagnan. Pretty good for a yokel.
“I bet you don’t have one single stolen item in here,” ventured Rusim.
“I don’t run the place. You’d better ask the owner,” said the longhair, his huge hands resting on a piece of glass under which was a whole heap of stolen gear. His voice, like his hair and his hands, was big.
“And where is this fabled owner right now?”
“I haven’t seen her in a while.”
Rusim and Zdravko exchanged a look and pulled out their Makarovs.
“Listen, we’re running out of time here and we really need to speak to your boss. I forget her name,” said Rusim in an even tone, with one eye on the two guys down the back.
“You guys not big on homework, are you?”
“And you’re not too big on who’s holding the bazookas. Like they say, vain people are hard to miss.”
“Look. What d’you guys want?”
“Good. That’s better. Now where were we?”
“We were talking about steering fluid pumps,” said Zdravko. Zdravko and Rusim lowered their weapons.
“Her name’s Vila,” said the longhair.
“She sounds like a nice person.”
“I can’t remember where she lives.”
“Why should we care where she lives?” said Rusim. “We’ve already eaten”
“Sounds like you guys are really in the shit.”
“You got any rakia in this place?”
The longhair looked over to the other salesman and motioned with his head. “Come upstairs,” he said.