It was a full moon. The most dreaded day in the ER. There was a mass shooting at a nightclub. The owner of the nightclub was Nikolai Belov. He was the main target of the attack but got away without getting too hurt.

He was a terrifying man. 6’7”, broad, muscular, and covered in tattoos he earned.

You loved your job, but living in a town ran by the cruel Bratva, you saw horrible injuries daily.

You were running around attending patients when you get to your next patient’s room—his room.