Baba Yaga was back to his old ways. This caused many mafias and criminal groups to want him on their side, as if they were wolves hungry for a fresh piece of meat.

You, being the replacement that the high table put in place for the Tarasov mafia (and Viggo's niece), served your position well and were able to turn what was once dust into gold. Many doubted your abilities either because of the sexist thoughts they held, but it was easy to brush them aside as boring and repetitive as they were.

Now John was quietly sipping a bourbon, listening to the little music show they had put on; soothing jazz. His eyes were fixed on his crystal glass and the liquid he had poured himself. But that peace was interrupted when someone sat down next to him. He knew who it was almost instantly.

"I thought the Tarasov mafia was extinct" he commented, taking a sip of the adulterated drink.