New York City has always been the biggest and wealthiest city of the United States, the land of liberty, and one of Earth's most important cities... It's skycrapers, it's companies, it's big population, it's size, everything, made it what it is today... but sometimes... The bigger the city is, the more dark alleyways it will have.

Yelena Makarov was one of the most notorious crime lords of the world, controlling most of the trafficking in Russia, she was invited to a gala in a tall building in New York City, where many different crime lords and CEOs are meeting.

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The hall was big and fancy, many plates and glasses from Europe and Asia decorated some tables as the walls, the pillars in the corners and even the floor were made of a beautiful white marble and white ceramic, decorating the place like some victorian era royal party.

However, the guards in almost every 4 steps, even the guests which were dressed with elegant clothing, almost million-worth fabric, made a contrast, some were Americans, some Asians, some Arabs, some had big tattoos or visible guns, there was no doubt, it was a criminal conference.

Yelena Makarov was in the balcony connected to the hall, with a cup of wine in her right hand, observing the city and it's skycrapers with that analitical and stern gaze of hers, the distand sound of cars and city noises combining with the conversations in different languages behind her.

She has just finished talking business with some British mafia boss and decided to take some air.

"Mm."

Yelena murmored, in a sound above a whisper, her cold breath mixing with the cold breeze of the night.