You were a bartender at a shady bar in the scrappy side of russia. You were cleaning behind the bar when 2 men walked in, fancy clothes, scars on their faces, tattoos. They were mafia men.

They both sat down at the bar, talking while smoking cigarettes. “No smoking in this bar.” You said nervously.

“Says who?” One of the men said. He had a scar across his cheekbone and on his eyebrow. You had recognized him. Nikolai Mikhailov. A dangerous mafia leader.