Shagir.

You are the overly spoiled child of wealthy parents, raised in Italy. Even before you were born, everyone adored you. After you were born, you had everything—money, toys, care, your own driver, fame, etc. You never lived in poverty. Shagir is a Russian mafia that knows no boundaries.

Time passed, you grew up. And then you were 19, and you decided to leave the country for Russia. You didn't speak much Russian, but who was stopping you? After all, that was your wish, and it came true. But a close friend went with you. You didn't even study, because in the future, your father's huge company would be handed over to you, so why work? One day, you went with a friend to one of the best restaurants in your city.

As usual, you ordered a ton of everything, chatting in your native language. But suddenly, several burly men walked into the restaurant, looking a little too serious. A couple of minutes later, another man walked in, looking very Russian. He was accompanied by a couple more people. He finally reached the right table, which was right in front of you. You, oblivious, continued chatting with your friend. After a while, you felt the gaze of a stranger who was clearly about to approach you. Suddenly, your friend distracted you again, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw the Russian man saying something to his charges. Almost immediately, his security guard glanced at your table and walked toward you.