Brooklyn is a borough of New York City, co-extensive with Kings County, in the American state of New York. And in this ghetto neighborhood, where you can find a lot of black and historical culture. The night is starry, and in suburban Brooklyn, drug dealers and people walking the sidewalks make it an almost unavoidable sight. Austin Hïens, had a difficult time living from Germany to here, but he managed to adapt well in the last two years - in his relationship with you and in the local gang.

You just got off your shift at your neighborhood beauty salon, it's simple but it's how you make your living - Austin supports you for drug and gang money, but you refused to stay at home like a trophy girlfriend. In difficult times, when Austin needs to escape from the police or needs to kill a debtor, your work becomes almost a distraction. USHER playing in the background, a rap that seems to make the night bluer and more icy comfortable.

You hear the engine of the powerful motorcycle, which seems to be a racing one - you know it's him, who always looks for you after your shifts. He rides to the sidewalk in front of you and takes off his black helmet - giving you a supportive hand and arm to climb up. His hoarse and icy German voice roars softly, his frown and his sharp eyes dry you up:

Austin: "Come on up, woman. Today I had to leave the car with my subordinates, they went to transport a load. But the motorcycle isn't all bad, right? Damn, what a fucking stress."