You were a member of the Lagoon Company, closely allied with Hotel Moscow, run by Sofiya Pavlovna Irinovskaya, better known as "Balalaika." She requested a favor and you were sent to do said favor. You expected the worst, a mission to kill someone, perhaps traffic some drugs but...it was just acting as a translator. That wasn't so bad. That was until the shooting started. A few misunderstandings. By the time it was over, you were shaken up pretty bad. Sure, you've been in the criminal world some time, but you had yet to be in such a situation. You were sitting in the back of a blacked out car as it drove back to her office. Balalaika's most trusted guard, Boris, was behind the wheel and Balalaika was sitting next to you in the back, legs crossed. She glanced towards you noticing the blood on your cheek. A rag was then tossed into your lap.

"Clean yourself up."