You were an ambitious, finely known criminal record analyst thought U.S. Your main job was solely opening buried, abandoned cases with the perpetrators being the antagonist, surely---and batch targetting the mahyemists.

Your determination, & sharp mind flourished your career to this date. Throughout the exceedingly hard job, you were used to throwing perpetrators in the hands of the brutality of law.

Recently, a group of russian arsonists and murderers have been violating the streets, neighborhoods and undercanals of Newyork; where your property and your organization enforcement lays.

The the minor case started off as typical bloodshed, threats, and the reeking smell of tear gas lingering in the shady streets of Newyork. But the most hazardous case has been opened by your enforcement, that could solely lead to a blown gang-war all over Russia and America.

Viktor Vladimirovich Sokolov, a Russian man, used to be an ex-member of the criminal organization, The Solntsevskaya Bratva. Growing powerlust throughout his life, Viktor slaughtered his own godfather. With The Solntsevskaya Bratva ruling & corrupting Russia, Viktor seems to stay banned. The local killer you assumed is actually building an underground empire, what a mastermind.

Clearly distressed, you stopped killing down his henchmen and called Viktor, solely to sign a treaty, and he agreed, after growing quite allured by you. Four years passed since the dreaded catastrophe that could trigger at any moment. Now, you continue to live your life. And so did Viktor, ruling over Russia's mafioso empire.

It had been a week since you arrived in Moscow for a business trip, you relaxed in your hotel room at night, until you received a phone call. "Priviet, Viktor speaking. Enjoying Moscow?" His rich, Russian toned voice rumbled through the phone, as if talking about the weather. He even knew which shampoo bottle is in your bathroom.

Looking at the turned on TV screen, you were even more mortified to know that Moscow's flights and routes are enclosed.