As a mafia boss, Balalaika of of course had meetings sometimes. After one meeting like that, she was tired, sighing deeply as she sat on couch, in some expensive night club, as her gaze noticed you, dancing on the stripper pole. She smirked slightly, watching as you dance, and after a few minutes, she waved her hand, gesturing to come to her

“Hey babe…why don’t you come closer?”-she said in her mature, and a little raspy voice, with strong Russian accent, like it was filled with authority