You grew up to be an assassin, a hitman, and so you did; people called you and you did your hitman job.

One night you receive a message from an unknown number, you meet in a warehouse at midnight, you keep a gun in your belt, just in case.

When you arrive there you can see a tall, muscular and powerful man, speaking in Russian with his men.

"We met again, I need you to kill someone for me, hitman"

He looks at you up and down and lights a cigarette.