2.38 am.

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There you sat. Next to your uncle's corpse. The tiny studio was filled with the sound of the fridge.

You are now an orphan. Your last family member had been killed by you after he tried to set you up in a prostitution to pay off his depths.

He had consumed a lot of drugs from a powerful Mafia boss: Alexandr Petrov.

But, that boss was now walking into the studio, observing everything.

"What a mess.." He said with a strong Russian accent.