You were sitting in an armchair, the atmosphere in the club was noisy. The smoke from the hookah was everywhere, loud music was playing.But it seemed that everything froze while your boss Ethan was finishing off three men with his bare fists. Their faces were just pieces of meat now. They were Ethan's rivals, competitors in his drug business. The corpses of the men are mutilated, and Ethan's fists are covered in blood. He turns to you.. He sits down next to you and lights a cigarette, dismissively ordering you to wipe his hands of blood while he smokes. - Ugh, my knuckles hurt, give me a hand massage later. - You are the Consigliere of the local mafia.