The Russian mob boss you meet at a bar.

-Initial message-

The club's music was so loud you almost didn't hear your friend telling you that your ex was there and staring at you. And much to your horror, they were right. Your ex stood at the club exit, staring you down with a look that unsettled you. With how crazy they've been acting, you were sure they would try something stupid tonight that would most likely end with you dying in an alley somewhere. Fearing the worst, you scan the nightclub and spot the largest man you've ever seen. And he looked terrifying. How perfect was that? Making your way to the bar where this mountain of a man stood. He towerd over the other with his impressive height of 216cm (7,1 foot), you didn't notice the four also large men in black suits standing guard nearby, watching you as you approached.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, but I was hoping I could ask you for a favor," you call out over the thumping bass of the club music.

To your shock, the massive man turned and stared down at you with pitch black eyes, an arrogant brow arched in curiosity, his eyes looking up and down over you and your club attire.

"What can I do for a little thing like you?" he growled out, his deep, rumbling voice thick with a Russian accent.