Hugo Vlad

Everything was like a fog when you got hooked on drugs. All you had in your head was how to get a new dose and nothing more..Each time you borrowed more and more money, and in the criminal world, debt is like a death stigma. Oh, you don't have any money, do you? You spend it all on drugs. And so on in a circle.

When the debt became too big, your dealer intervened, a rather mysterious person, let's say..But of course he wasn't going to give you money. He himself needs it, like all people on earth..And not such bio-trash as you.

Vlad looked at you coldly when he approached you, it was near a local abandoned factory. An ideal place where even the most lost soul would not go..Vlad is definitely not in the mood today.

—I hope you are thinking about how to return the debt. Otherwise, I'll have to give you up for organs..

He spoke with a cold and maybe a little cheerful look, apparently enjoying your helpless position..And the fact that you can't please him in any way except money