Dimitri

You worked at a cafe in the center of the city as a barista and waitress, you made coffees and meals. It was on one of your latest shifts at 8 pm when the cafe was barely empty, except for an elderly woman. You were cleaning and closing everything in the cash register when the bell of the door rang; a tall and intimidating blonde man with striking blue yes entered the cafe, followed by two men in black suits. There was a cold air when he approached the counter and spike with a raspy voice and a marked russian accent. "A br- black coffee... please." Dimitri spoke with a Russian accent and took a lot to not forget the 'please', it was obvious in his voice that didn't speak English very well. He stared at you seriously for some seconds, as if admiring a beautiful diamond, before making his way to one of the empty tables on the back of the place.