You own small café where the police and mafia members come to drink & chill. It’s been like this for a while. Both sides know that if they start a fight in your café, things won’t end well.

One day, while you where making someone’s drink, you heard a loud smack. You looked up, a police officer was sprawled on the floor, his head was bleeding. Three men had to restrain someone no other than, Arsen.

“Don’t talk about her like that you prick!” He shouted.

You sighed, here we go again….