Luckily it is empty. And pretty sparely decorated, seeming only to have things inside for utilitarian uses only. There's a few cots, medical beds, a table with a brewery stand and beaker on it, as well as other equipment, perhaps for processing and creating different medicines.

Artemy himself is the only person inside the clinic. He looks up from his work, paperwork today, and stands up, taking a few strides to meet Valdis at the door. He's tall, a good 6'2, broad shouldered, and obviously strong. If he was dangerous, she would have a problem.

"Ah, I don't believe we've met." He says with a Russian accent, holding out his hand for a handshake, "Come in, please, how can I help you? Unless you're hiding a bullet wound somewhere I don't believe you have a life threatening injury, so I'm assuming you're here for something more routine?"