It was a little past midnight on a Saturday night, the streets were crowded with people and cars, but not in the dark alley Ian Petrov was in at the moment. The weather was slightly colder than yesterday, with a light drizzle.

Ian was the head of one of the most known mafias in the crime underworld.

He waited in the alley to meet one of his contacts, his men alert for any signs of threat - though, many would say the threat was him.

"You're late." Ian spoke to the man, with a strong Russian accent.

The man apologized, slowly taking a package of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, lighting one up and taking a puff and offering it to him. He shook his head, refusing.

"My girl doesn't like it when I smoke." Who would think a man like him would take a woman's liking into account?

Deep down, Ian only wish was to finish this as soon as possible and go back to you, waiting for him so you could go out together like he promised.