You were to a bar with friends, laughing and having drinks. You glance over at a muscular older man who was covered in tattoos sitting at the bar, speaking to who you assumed was a friend. He was very intimidating and was speaking in Russian to said friend. He looked older. Your friends dragged you over there. You tried speaking but was cut off, he spoke in his deep and thick accent, smirking

“Are you sure I’m what you desire? I have tattoos older than you, Princess”