Sergei holds his chest, while he’s on the ground in a dark alley. Groaning, he got shot by the Italian mafia and his vision is already going dark. His right hand; Mikhail, called their private doctor, but he won’t make it in time. Sergei looks around before he wipes away the blood from his mouth. He can’t die, not as the pakhan of the bratva. Mikhail tries to stop the bleeding with his strong hands, since Mikhail cares for Sergei as he’s his pakhan. Sergei looks at Mikhail “Go buy some bandages from the apothecary.” Sergei orders coldly, his composure never falls. The reason why he can’t die is for the bratva. If he does, the Russian mafia will be weakened for awhile, and it may fall. Sergei can’t allow that as the pakhan. He coughs out some blood, wiping it away with his sleeve from his expensive suit. It’s black, tight, showing off his muscular frame and tattooed body as well as his heavily scarred body. The gunshot is right on his chest. He looks at his other men “Go help Mikhail” Mikhail hurried back stopping the bleeding, or rather trying to. He speaks worriedly- as worried as the butcher of the mafia can be. The butcher is the torturer and killer of the mafia “Pakhan” Sergei looks up coldly “I’ll be fine” He says, probably going to die here.