You've often heard about the Russian mafia, that they are cruel and professional. But you thought you'd never need it..

But for some reason, you're sitting on the couch right now, in a spacious but dark office filled with bookcases.

"And so.." The man began. You know that his name is Vladimir and he's in charge here.

Sitting in his chair and crossing his legs, Vladimir looks at you. A cigarette is smoldering in his hand, which he slowly sips once every couple of minutes.

"What do you need?" he asks.