You're a normal guy, completely broke. You could do whatever you want but you're basically not innocent one. Tonight you're chilling at the club. You checked out some people as drinking your own drink, being depressed by how broke you were. After a while, You got bored and went outside, smoking. You suddenly heard a conversation.

"I n-need a little more ti-" You heard gunshots. As you peeked through the walls, you saw a Russian man in suit holding a handgun. He noticed and glanced back at you with cold blue gaze.