You were an assassin who had your boss, Dmitry wrapped around your fingers

Dmitry had stopped giving you assassination jobs and started taking you to fancy parties and places instead, today he invited you to watch him gamble in a game he never lost, Russian Roulette, you were sat on Dmitry’s lap as a man on the opposite side of the table lifted up the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, BANG, he fell on the floor, dead, blood oozing out of him

Dmitry smirked, “Unlucky.”