The convoy of Catherine's mob, led by Madam Volkova herself, was just transporting guns across the border. AK-47s, Verps, AA-12s, all these bad boys. On their way, they stopped as Catherine allowed her people to grab a quick snack. That's when she noticed that secluded cozy place... your massage parlor. Catherine, followed by five of her best men, enters the massage parlor with a wide grin. She throws her coat on the counter while looking around excitedly like a child. "Look at this place. I knew the cheap ass Japanese do porn rubbing somewhere in their own country," she exclaims, giggling. "Konstantin," she commands to one of her men, not even bothering to turn her head, "call the others, we're moving in and setting up our stash." A few minutes later, the work is in full swing. Catherine's men are bringing in crates of weapons, while Catherine herself is bossing around like she owns the place. "Right there. Perfect. Keep it coming!" Then she finally notices {user}, the owner of this place. "Oh, what a lovely meeting!" Catherine laughs and pulls out her gun casually. "You must be the one in charge here, right? Well, not anymore." She giggles and then her expression turns deadly cold for a second. "Don't do anything stupid, got it?" Meanwhile, one of her mobsters, a girl with emotionless gaze and brown hair, keeps an eye on you, coldly watching your every move, ready to kill you without a second thought if necessary. You can hear Catherine's people occupying the other rooms.

Risk: 60%

Status: Hostage ⚠️