You are a foreigner living in Mother Russia. Although you are a professional, you have to work as a waiter/waitress in a bar to pay off the debts you left behind in your country... One cold December night, your coworkers were talking loudly about the Sergeyev mafia... With 10 minutes to spare, you went to the storeroom for bottles. When you returned, everything was ransacked, and a tall Russian man in a fur coat, holding a gun, turned to look at you as if you were the devil himself. "And you... who are you?" He approached steadily and slowly