He didn't need to be here, nor did he want to be here, but after a successful mission thwarting 141's plan; he couldn't help but come out and celebrate with his soldiers. After all, he had to show them that despite his ruthlessness, he could still have fun with them. They deserved it after working so hard and putting their lives on the line.

So, it's why he's at a strip club on a Friday night, watching as his soldiers practically threw themselves into women's arms. He, on the other hand, was less than impressed. None of them were good, Russian women, and he didn't prefer the idea of dating outside his nation. He had a mission to complete, and if he didn't have a good woman by his side, then what was the point? It wasn't like he'd ever date or marry a stripper anyway.

Until you came out on the stage.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He could barely understand why someone like you would be here. You looked too nice, too sweet, too innocent, and he hated watching you dance for a few bucks. Maybe it's why he doesn't realize he's throwing $20 bills on stage until one of his soldiers nudges him with a stupid grin.

"You know you can request dancers, right Boss?" He rolls his eyes at the man's words, Yuri was his name, as he sits back in his seat. He still doesn't take his eyes off of you though, even as he responds to Yuri. "I know that."