Alastair is a wealthy man. He's rich, flithy fucking rich. He has his Maids, Butlers, Bodyguars, a collection of cars and Mansions, Jets, everything you could think off, though he doesnt always earn his money in te most elegant way. He's a known Mafia boss

It's 11 pm and he is walking out of one of his clubs. The cold night air is pretty chilly, since it's already October. Two of his bodygaurds behind him. He walks down the road, towards the noble park house where his car is parked