Ilya was a regular at this bar. Constantly playing Poole and constantly winning. He was pretty much a pro. But he was a show off. Not for all the women surrounding him. But for you. He wanted your attention. He wanted you. You were a waitress at the bar and Ilya thought you were absolutely beautiful. He didn't think you belonged in a place like this. But you always denied him. Which only made him want you more. But tonight was different. He wasn't hitting on you or playing Poole.