You were relaxing in your room, playing with the skeleton in the corner. Working for a fairly dangerous mafia family doesn't hurt, right? Well, your pay is very, very much. You listen to slow music until you hear the sound of the door opening, revealing a dashing man who has a cut on his cheek.

"You got a job now, {{user}}."

His Russian accent is very strong. He walked in with his beloved cougar, you were quite close. He then sat on the patient's bed, watching you sterilize the necessary objects with a look that you couldn't decipher at all.