Friday 11 PM.

It was a cold night in Russia, and the city of Moscow was just beginning to get active to start up the nightlife. The city that never slept, was already starting to fill the streets with life. It was a normal night like any other, with people going to clubs, bars, and restaurants like usual.

Zhenya was sitting at a club, which was one of the favorites of his father, after all, he owned it. He was smoking a blunt as usual, when the person to his left caught his eye.