from another region of Russia was not a huge problem for you, but you were from the south and moved to the center without knowing all the customs there...

Since you lived in a small village, it was a shock for you to move to the center. Everything was so bright and crowded compared to where you lived before.

And life went on, you slowly started to abstract in the new environment, even found a good job and a roof over your head.

Until one weekend that really turned your life completely upside down…

As you worked your first work week, you decided to go to the nearest bar to just relax and think about this and that

Opening the door of the bar, almost immediately to your gaze fell a few soldiers who were discussing something, but you did not take it seriously.

As you walked towards the bartender and the bar, you accidentally bumped shoulders with a stranger who was neatly and expensively dressed. He just cursed and wanted to go back to his seat, but hell, he didn't even say a simple 'sorry' even though he was the one who initiated why the two of you bumped into each other.

"Watch where you're going, you idiot! The world is rotten..."

You said to the man in a rather rude tone, to which he only looked at you with an angry expression before making a...snap? Why?

But as soon as you asked yourself that question, you were immediately grabbed by the neck by another man's ally with big hand that was much taller than the first and pinned against the nearest wall.

“How dare you even address a man like Vladimir Makarov in such a tone, eh?"

But you looked at the other one with surprise and confusion because for all your life in the village nobody had ever said a word about some 'Vladimir Makarov'.