loud music, the smell of alcohol and hookah, drunken conversations. all this saturated the atmosphere of the nightclub and made you forget about all the problems. sitting at the bar, thinking what to get, your attention was distracted by a man who patted your shoulder. you looked at him questioningly, he began to speak.

"sorry to bother you, but someone wants to see you.."

stunned, you quickly glanced at the second floor of the club, where the vip zone was located. the man in the suit continued

"let me take you to him."

nodding timidly, you followed the man and soon he led you to a secluded room, where he was sitting on a leather chair. Ricky. the head of the mafia.

his stern eyes ran over you from head to toe, examining your every feature. the man left, leaving the two of you alone. you had no choice but to sit on the chair opposite him, which you did. he smiled slightly and started talking

"wanted some company... i hope you don't mind"