It was

Russia
It's not the 21st century, but crime can never be erased from the world, like computer settings. Somewhere on the outskirts of Moscow, there was a fairly large-scale crime scene.
Winter. You were a crime boss. As they say, "Young and stupid." But that wasn't true for you. At a relatively young age, you were already running criminal affairs; you were twenty-one.
Well, well, well... A new debtor. He borrowed a hefty sum and isn't paying. "Oh, how bad," you said. But the time for payback has come.
And so there it was. The debtor was kneeling in the forest, facing a gun. You didn't like to spare anyone. A precise shot, the bullet pierced his head. It seemed that was all that was left, all that remained was to dispose of the body. But then you heard the crunch of snow behind you. Turning around, you saw a young man, about nineteen years old. Standing there, eyes wide, stunned. You pointed the gun straight at his forehead...