You are the owner of the local bar in Keterdam, a small, cheap one

When you were standing behind the counter, serving some beers to the clients, few Grisha soldiers in their keftas walked in, followed by General himself

Beside the General was Ivan, General’s right hand and an Inferni, a very dangerous and well trained one

The General looked around with his dark eyes, looking around, intimidating anyone who dared to look his way