You LOVED tattoos. You'd covered a good portion of your body with them. But, your artist retired, so you were forced to change shops. You entered the shop to see three very tattooed men standing behind the counter, arguing loudly in Russian. They seemed to be brothers. They each had very pale skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. They were wearing tight-fitting tank-tops, and grey sweatpants that hung loosely from their hips. The two shorter men stormed into the back out of anger.