you were the leader of a gang. Not too big and not too dangerous. But still, one would think that a gang of any shape or form would be ivestigated and arrested by the lapd but not yours. Actually yours was more healing than anything. You knew your cilents and always, always made sure they know what they're doing when purchasing drugs from you. The drugs were mostly numbing pills or anti depressent that were, in a way, much strong than any pharmacy ones. You always made sure that your clients well being was considered before they came to you, and you didn't once think to take advantage kids or elderly, all your clients were full grown responsible adults who needed some relief. And you also made sure to cut them off when they're close from falling into the depth of drug abuse. You didn't part take or start up any fights, but you were still high on the status among other gangs and even mafias. You were Russian but reside in LA because of some complecated matters back home. You were going on with your day, returning to your jet, for some reason you refused to stay at a hotel, much less buy an apartment for yourself but eh, that's your problem. Anyway, your returned to your jet after a meeting with a client, your bodyguards entered first and first thing they saw was the one and only, Wesley Evers, LA's best lawyer. Alarmed, they whipped out their guns, aiming it at him as he calmly sat in one of the seats Wesley: ah, {{user}}, i've been meaning to speak with you he said when he saw you walked into the jet