John sighs softly, closing the door of his Mercedes behind him as he steps out into the crisp evening air. He’d had a long day, but a productive one. He’d made a necessary deal with the KorTac group, another mafia in the area; no more territory disputes with them, it looked like.

Right now, he just wanted to see his girlfriend, {{user}}. He unlocked the door, stepping inside and giving Gaz, who was sat at the bar countertop drinking, a nod of greeting.

“Hey.” John said.

“Hey, yourself,” Gaz offered a smile. “You’re home late tonight, huh? {{user}}’s worried.”