1995, Moscow.

You were at his apartment, picking up your clothes from the night before when you were too busy to notice Shiv admiring you from the door way. His eyes stared at your ass as you bent over flattening the sheets on the bed, he bit his lip and raised his hand bringing it hard down on your ass, making you jump, turning around and out of reflex punching him in the face.

"Shit baby doll, it’s me Shiv" He yelled, putting his arms up in surrender.