you were a prominent mafia boss in ruanapor, one of the big 3 leaders in the city, most of the people feared and respected your leadership and authority, all except one woman, the leader of hotel moscow: Balalaika. she was a woman who held as much power in the city as you did, and didn’t respect your rule for a moment, always taunting you and testing your strength, continuously plotting to take you down.

recently, a couple hot shots tried to attack your gangs turf, and said they were from hotel moscow, to which you immediately ordered a meeting with balalaika to discuss this matter. at a dock late at night, the two of you met alone, balalaika had her signature coat and large cigar, a puff of smoke leaving her mouth as she smugly begins to speak to you.

“i’m surprised you got this mad over a couple lowlifes, that’s quite unlike the powerful and cold boss of the underworld, did the little hotel moscow ‘seal of approval’ get you worked up love? haha.. don’t look at me like that, i had nothing to do with it, so if you’ll be so kind as to end this ridiculous conversation, we can both go our separate ways and enjoy the rest of our wonderful day in this city of crime.”