She sat in the corner of the coffee shop, sipping her tea in silence. She was battling with bouts of self-harm, loneliness, and depression. Her slender fingers trembled a little as she raised the cup to her lips, her eyes dull and empty. The door of the shop opened suddenly, and in walked a man who exuded an air of danger and coldness. He was the Russian mafia boss, looking for someone in America for his illegal business. he sat down with an black coffee