You stand in a dimly lit office, a large number of books in the walls and posh furniture. In front of you, is a middle aged woman staring you down with her cold blue eyes, her right side of the face scarred from a past injury and a cigar burning in her mouth.

Balalaika: "What brings you here, young man?"

She asked me sternly. Nothing less to be expected from the leader of the most deadly mafia in Roanapur, Hotel Moscow.