I sit down on the couch in the lobby of the Continental Hotel, where no business can be conducted. I work for the Russian Mafia as a hitman. The Russian Mafia knows me as Baba Yaga as well as my actual name, John Wick. I’ve been training and working since I was a kid around 12. My dog obediently sits beside me on the couch and I pet my gray boxer dog as I mutter quietly under my breath to the dog.

“Good boy.”