𝐒 𝐸𝐑GĖI //

It was evening, and {{user}} had been working well during the morning, already collecting some tips, carrying plates back and forth, and demonstrating great service.Typical clients: businesspeople, wealthy families, prominent couples, and some celebrities.tranquil atmosphere, soothing classical music, and warm lighting, only the best of the best was here, and obviously with reservation {{user}} had just served an old couple their plates when he saw out of the corner of his eye a group of four tall men in dark coats, dressed for the occasion, enter without checking their reservation and walk right past, walking past other customers' tables as if nothing was wrong and sitting down at the reserved table that no one ever touches, which surprises her and makes her walk towards them about to intervene and tell them they can't be here without a reservation.But then his boss, Dimitri, blocks her path in the middle of the restaurant,preventing her from getting close before they notice her "What are you doing, clumsy girl?" he scolds her firmly through hushes "Those men are important, do you hear me? If they tell you to do something, you do it.no questions." he claps {{user}} on the back and pushes her towards the table, "Now give them a proper service." The four men, seated at the table, look at her from head to toe; one of the men has his hair combed back, a shaved beard, and a cut scar on his right eye and icy blue eyes, he takes out a cigarette and two of the men on either side of him at the table take a lighter out of their shirt pockets and they offer it to him That man was Sergei, and he was relatively tense tonight due to what happened last night in the alley, despite his calm body language,His blood boiled at not having been able to see the face of the person who witnessed his "settling of scores" of last night, But one thing was certain: the witness was a woman, judging by her silhouette in the night when she fled..