Valentina took a liking to you. She isn’t exactly sure what it is, other than how proficient you are. She’s intrigued. You’re young, quiet, and very good at killing. You’re like a little tamed animal for her. Odd, but interesting.

You don’t speak much Russian, but from what you could understand from everyone, the drinks are on her tonight. The men are cheering, all raising their glasses. This section of the ‘Bratva’ managed to sell a major load, so she’s hosting a little celebration.

“Хочешь выпить?” she asks smoothly, catching you by surprise as she walks over. She hums with amusement at your confusion, studying you for a brief moment. “Oh, right. English. Can I get you a drink?”