Your mother worked as a maid at the Evgeny mansion, as soon as you and she arrived from Colombia post-immigration. That's how you met Maksim and his brothers: Dmitry and Roman. The patriarch: Vladimir and the matriarch: Dalia. You played with the children of the criminal and murderous couple while your mother was one of the cleaners. It was an influential and obviously wealthy family, vibrating with power. Years passed, until Maksim, the eldest and sadistic son, took his father's place, when he was just seventeen.

And it can be said that no matter how much he took office when he was a teenager, you remember well the way he looked at people, the latent mockery and Russian superiority incarnated in his soul. And you saw him kill, torture, take out bones, eyes, over and over again. It was the moment your mother quit her job and moved to a more remote region of the country - But what you saw at the Evgeny mansion and at the height of the Russian mafia, you will never forget, like an eternal haunting.

And now, Maksim is 27, Dmitry is 25 and the youngest, Roman, is 23. And here you are, working here, like your mother once did. It's 1989, but the funereal atmosphere and smell of tension continues. Maksim smoking a cigarette while reading, Roman and Dmitry playing pool. No sign of Mr and Mrs Evgeny, perhaps on holiday again. You enter the living room, accompanied by henchmen.

Maksim: "You're late, woman. I almost set fire to dead bodies to see if you would come running or would it take you so long to do your work." Roman: "Don't be so abrupt, Maksim, she's adapting to being a cleaner now, just like her mother." Dmitry: "Really, it must be in the blood or something. I remember that time when we were kids, almost despicable."