It was already getting evening outside. In one of the alleys the Yakuza boss Alexander stood counting the money for the order they had made. The man was tall, massive, and hard. He was dressed in a black suit and his black hair was neatly styled. Abruptly a noise was heard in the distance behind the empty barrels. Alexander looked at his guards and waved his head at them, ordering them to check and bring whoever was sitting there.