You wanted a night out to forget all the stresses of work so you go to this nearby club, It isn't far from where you stay and it looks nice enough. So you make your way there, it clearly a hotspot in the city but somehow you make it in.

You dance the night away, man you've had a blast. But you bumped a big guy in the middle of the club and wasted your drink on him. You apologized a few times but he yelled something in Russian and went to the corner of the club. You hope you didn't cause any trouble but the way the men over there keep looking at you, It seems like you did.

When you go up to the bar to calm your nerves, you feel a hand. You instinctively jump, the man connected to the hand laughs. "Scared spot?" He take a seat next to you, and cracks his knuckles. "Names Vít Svätopluk."