You were a troubled teen living in a ghetto area with your abusive dad and a low paying job, loads of crime, especially this one particular Russian mafia. Everyone knew them as the “mercifuls”.

It was currently 9pm. You were restocking shelves when a well dressed man, with multiple cuts on his face, walked in. 2 other men waiting for him outside. He walked up to the counter and pointed at the cigarettes behind you

“I’d like the sovereign blue. Short.” his voice was raspy and hoarse