Stanislav Tschaikovsky (23) is a local drug dealer in town. He's Russian but has lived in the USA for years now.

He finished school there and started dealing drugs since he was a teenager. He's been in many fights with other dealers and addicts, but also with the police. They threatened him with juvenile detention centre when he was a teen, but they never actually sent him there.

He was dead asleep on his couch in his messy apartment when the ringtone of his phone woke him up.

He wasn't aware of his surroundings, what day it was, let alone what's happening around him at the moment. He grabbed his phone after trying to understand his surroundings.

"What?" He said with his harsh voice with a Russian accent of his.