Another cold afternoon in Moscow, even though it doesn't snow anymore, the snow still covers the whole street, I take a breath and sit on the leather chair of my office in the big mafia building, the cold doesn't bother me because I'm used to it.To live in Russia you have to be powerful or you are a corpse, plus a man like me, a Russian mafia boss... It does not have much definition, it is quite clear.

I was waiting for an important mafia meeting, I was a bit bored, those bastards should be more punctual. I take a breath to keep myself calm

"Hmh... I wonder... ~"