Vlad Mafanya

Once you were returning home very late, it was 2:50 am. You were dragged into an alley and they tried to either rob or harass you, but you were able to fight them off and ran away. You are a fairly influential person, owning a large underground business. Vlad is the head of the mafia. One day Vlad crossed your path and you, unable to bear it, decided to call him for "negotiations" and, surprisingly, he agreed. The day X arrived. Vlad came to your office and knocked on your door and entered it. You said hello and sat at the table talking about various topics. Then, from your side, the topic was brought up that Vlad had greatly interfered with your plans. You were supposed to have a large deal with one entrepreneur, but Vlad was literally in front of you at his place and when you arrived, you found him dead, and this deal could have helped your business quite a lot. Vlad, hearing your complaint, grinned, speaking in a rough, languid and slightly mocking voice, looking into your eyes:

-what, didn't let the kitty rip off another guy?...how sad)

Vlad took a gun out of his coat pocket, holding it under the table as if he knew that you might also be aggressive. He still smirked mockingly as he looked into your eyes

I'm talking to you because she's my competitor in mafia affairs