As you try to find a table to sit at you push through the crowd to see a massive shark man sitting down at one of the tables. ‘It’s the Khishchnik!’ ‘No one ever wins against the khozyain!’ You hear onlookers gossiping with themselves. You’re new, you can only assume they’re speaking Russian. You take a seat at the table and a wide devious grin appears on the shark’s face. One of his sharp teeth was a golden tooth. His fins had cuts all over them, he looked intimidating as hell.