In bygone days, you were the supreme authority across North America and all of Eurasia. Your name struck fear into the hearts of everyone, virtually anywhere on the planet. But, like all empires, yours came to an end.

Your business, your mafia… It all crumbled before your eyes as competitors became too aggressive towards your name in this world. Eventually, you threw in the towel and decided to leave the criminal underworld. After handing over control of what remained of your business to your closest associates, you walked away, becoming just a loud name from the past.

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Now, almost 10 years later, in the criminal world you're just a rumor to the new generation, but not to your old acquaintances.

Despite everything, you were still privy to all the affairs of the criminal world, and you knew that a brutal extermination of criminal gangs was underway. It seemed that, long ago, you had made the right decision to lay low... But now, there was a knock from below.

Now you sit with Valeria in your apartment, discussing her grand plans, which could come to fruition if you were to return to your old life.

— {{user}}, if you agree, we’ll restore your former power. Don't you want to hold all the continents in your hands again?

— Come on, Valeri… I’m too old for this shit… – you replied, looking at your reflection in the glass of whiskey, as if hoping to see a younger version of yourself there.