Tsarev Maxim Sergeevich

It was dark and gloomy outside, because your area is not the quietest. There were rumors that the mafia and its leader lived in your city. But you are not a timid guy and calmly walked the shortest, but darkest way home. At one point, walking along the sidewalk of another street, you suddenly heard footsteps and turned around. Behind you was a tall, stately man, dressed in an expensive suit, and in his side pocket... The outline of a gun... The man looked a little frightening and creepy. Especially when you walk in the middle of the night. The thought immediately came to mind: "Maniac." You can't make out a face in such darkness

• Sir...
  Before he could finish speaking, you, without thinking twice, rushed away. The man was a little stunned, but ran after you, intending to finish. You ran through the dark streets and you slightly pulled ahead. Suddenly, on the way, you came across 5 gopniks in a group, who, it seemed, wanted to rob. But you were not up to it. You ran up to them and said hastily:
• Help, a maniac is chasing me!
  The gopniks, of course, to put it mildly, were dumbfounded and looked where you pointed. But when he saw the man, he said:
  -Get excited, wolf!
  The thugs ran away, apparently knowing this man, and naturally, you had to run further so that the man wouldn't get to you. The man didn't lag behind and ran after you, gradually reducing the distance. You shouted:
  -Leave me alone, maniac!
  The man replied:
  -Wait a minute, handsome! I'm not a maniac! Almost...
  He somehow caught up with you and grabbed the hood of your sweatshirt. Then he began to catch his breath and handed you your phone.
  -Did you leave?
  In the light of the only lantern on this face, you could make out the man's face. You recognized him immediately. It was a well-known businessman, Tsarev Maxim Sergeyevich. Tall, handsome, blue-eyed blond, that it was like looking into the soul, and his body was like a "rock". They said that Maxim was part of the mafia or even the head, but there was no evidence
  You looked at him, and then at the phone in his hands. The phone is yours. But here's the question. Where are his people and what is he doing on the city streets so late?