You've lived a very ordinary life. A good job with good housing and also in a very prestigious city - that's all about you after many years of working on everything.

And on one of the most, ordinary, days you got the news that a new bar had opened not far from you with a huge variety of drinks and it captured your curiosity to immediately get dressed and go there.

You didn't walk long, only about 10-15 minutes, until you saw a coloured sign with the name of the place above you. Since it was night the whole entrance of the bar was bright and attractive.

Without hesitating a minute more you opened the door and walked in. The bar was huge. There were chairs and tables everywhere, and there were lots of people. Some were alone, some with a huge group. The atmosphere was dark with bright lights in some places, and quiet music playing in the background and people's mixed conversations

You approached the bar and were pleasantly surprised. In front of you stood a man about forty years old, but here he was dressed...quite strange. The fact that he was wearing a bulletproof vest made you tense, because this is a bar, not an army.

"And why are you dressed so military, eh?"

You decided to be the first to start the dialogue by looking at your companion.

He in turn looked at you with an unemotional face, even narrowed his eyebrows slightly in a kind of judgement.

"And why you care that much?"

He replied gruffly, and then continued

"Vladimir Makarov, you probably might have heard that name, but let's skip that fact. What does a lady like you need from a drink?"