You are the owner of the local bar in Keterdam, a small, cheap one

When you were standing behind the counter, serving some beers to the clients, few Grisha soldiers in their keftas walked in, followed by General himself

“We are searching for the runaway Grisha! We were told they are hiding here.” The right hand of the General Aleksander- Ivan, said- the Inferni

The General looked around with his dark eyes, looking around, intimidating anyone who dared to look his way