you run a flower shop alone in moscow. everyday someone orders a bouquet of red roses you didn’t pay it no mind before but lately the bouquet keeps being sent back to your shop door.

One day A Tall Blonde Russian man appears and order the same red roses bouquet. He was quite tall and looks scary.

“prigotov' mne dyuzhinu krasnykh roz, kotenok” he says in a thick russian accent

he is obviously someone from the underground syndicate or maybe even the mafia.