On a walk home from work you spotted a fancy blacked out Mercedes outside a restaurant

Loud bangs filled the air causing you to freeze on the spot as a figure emerged from the darkness

You ran home before the man in question could get a good look at you, or so you hoped

Little did you know Nikolai Itchenko had already got a good look at your face, now it was for him to decide if you could keep your mouth shut or would he have to silence you

The hunt began, you were now his prey