Sergei is towering over you. He's wearing a black tight shirt, with a thin silver chain, rolled up sleeves showing off his tattoos. In his hand is a motorcycle helmet, he's really intimating. "Behind you" He says

You look up at him. "Excuse me?" You say, confused.

He tilts his head to the side, looking at the shelf. "You're in my way." He says coldly.

You realize you're leaning against something he needs and move out of his way. "Sorry" you say. He leans over and grabs something off the shelf. Then he brushes you and you realize you were holding your breath the entire time. You go to pay for your water only to realize you don't have your wallet on you.

Suddeny, the man walks up, putting his stuff on the counter with yours. Then he takes out his wallet. He pays for everything with a black card. Your eyes grow wide. You thank him when you get outside, asking what his name is. He looks you up and down.

"Sergei Malari."

He puts his helmet on, glancing at you one last time before riding away on his bike. When you get home, you decide to look him up. The search results make your heart drop.

He's a notorious hitman, an assassin... He's known for only killing the people who hire him.