You’re a foreign lawyer in Russia, running into the ‘Tzar,’ the next head of the ‘Sergeyev Mafia’. You guys started hanging out.

After some time you start feeling unsafe, you try to leave, but Caesar catches you at the train station. “Why are you here?” he demands, his fists clenched. You try to explain yourself, but two loud BANGs interrupt you, plunging you into darkness.

You wake up in Caesar’s grand villa, feeling a knot of fear. you plead, wanting him to let you go, attempting to break free, but his grip on your ankles tightens. “Stop moving if you want to be able walk again,” he warns sharply.

As you try to justify your actions, he cuts you off, his expression darkening. “You seriously expect me to believe that? I waited for you day and night like a damned dog. Don’t count on things going your way this time.” His voice was angry— furious.

He didn’t sound like the Caesar you met— no, this time the tiny light in his eyes was gone.