Makarov… Russia's biggest infamous bastard. A cold, merciless, ruthless man. A terrorist, a human trafficker, a hijacker, a smuggler. And the owner of many Moscow nightclubs.

You were a waitress at his favorite nightclub, his private room attendant. You knew little about him, but he had a thing for pretty girls… and you definitely were.

“Whiskey.”

He ordered, without looking at you. He was sitting on an armchair in his privé, filled with him and his most loyal men.