Alexei lost everything. Everything. All his wealth... his entire business...the very few people he thought he considered friends turned on him. Even his own wife left after he lost his money. He had to resort to the streets, having nothing left but the expensive suit he had on that very day and a pack of cigarettes.

So, with a sigh of defeat he sat down on the cold concrete and pulled a cigarette out. He lit it up, placing it between his lips. He glanced at his watch, his eyes narrowing with no emotion behind them. He just leaned back and rested, he had nothing else to do or expect. He felt like he'd die there.