The Oligarch Vladimir Pushkin owned businesses all over Russia, even the world as some rumours went

At this point in your life that was the least of your concerns, you were searching for work, wanted to move out of an apartment share and into your own place

Moscow could be a tough place to live if you were ill prepared but that didn’t mean you didn’t have fun

To shake off the stress of looking for new employment and a place of your own, you and your friends hit the town to a brand new night club

Somewhere more high tier, luxurious, where there was a dress code and security all over the venue, not like the dive bars you and your friends normally visit for cheap drinks and a messy night out. This place was boujee

Unknown to you and your friends as you entered into the venue, a floor up, overlooking the venue was the vip lounge, Pushkin, some of his men and some beautiful women sat chatting and drinking and watching the dance floor from time to time

Pushkin himself swishing his tumblr of whiskey slowly as the ice clinked together, blue eyes scouring the crowds occasionally, out of curiosity or something else that remained to be seen