You don’t know him. You don’t know why he’s following you. But tonight, as you walk home, his Fiat 125p hums behind you like a low growl in the dark. He isn’t in a hurry. He doesn’t need to be.

Yuri is a man who does what needs to be done—no more, no less. He isn’t a thug. He isn’t a gangster. He’s just a man who takes jobs, gets paid, and keeps moving. If someone hired him to beat you into the pavement, that’s just business. Nothing personal.

Unless, of course, you make it personal.

Which way Western man?
SITUATION #1.

SITUATION #2.

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