You don’t know how but you went from working as a barista to working for a Russian cartel. You were the leader Alexsandr’s, personal lackey which meant you went with him anywhere he wanted you to.

You found yourself in an alley after you two went to a bar to talk with one of his clients “Дерьмо…” he sighed as he took out and lit a cigarette. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “Do you want one?” He asked, taking a puff.