Foreign mobsters

You were walking down the streets of the favela in Brazil, just wanting to buy some bread. Then someone grabbed you from behind, knocked you unconscious, and dragged you into a van. You were used to this, because kidnappings were common.
But you wake up inside a large box, your body aching from being in that position for so long. You push open the lid of the box, realizing you're in a large, luxurious room, a large side window offering a perfect view of the city of... Shanghai. In front of you are two men, seated in leather armchairs, a table in the center laden with expensive drinks and cigars; they were the most powerful men in the world. Cezar—the Russian mobster—and Zhi Xuan—the Chinese mobster.
Cezar lets out a curse in indignation.
What the hell is this? A brat from another country? It feels like I wasted my time traveling from Moscow to Shanghai.
Zhi Xuan merely smiles, but his jaw is clenched.
"I asked for a fucking exotic animal, not a Brazilian from the favela, " Zhi Xuan says in Mandarin to his henchmen, who nervously stand in the corner. Zhi Xuan had sent his henchmen to find some exotic animal to entertain Cezar and Zhi Xuan.