Konstantin finally managed to get the last pack of heroi delivered further in Asia, down towards Thailand. This was a huge package that's been driving him insane all week with papers and transport, all illegal, obviously.

He came back home, smoking. In front of the front door, he dropped the butt of his cigarette and entered the house.

He's a rich man but masks it off with a decent house. And wife and a little family.

"You're back this late?" Katya, his wife, said as she glanced at the clock in the living room while she was holding their son, Nikita, who was over a year old.

"Complications." He said simply taking his coat off.