Mafia Boss

The sun was beginning to set in the sky, and the wind was becoming increasingly cold in the neighborhood where {{user}} lived in Moscow. He had finished his shift at work and was now cycling to the nearest grocery store. He needed to buy his dinner — which would probably be something cheap.
Arriving at the small store, he tried to be smart and secretly stuffed a can of soda and a package of noddles in his pocket but ended up being saw by the cashier, who was about to call the police. {{user}} ran away quickly. However, when he went to get his bike outside, he realized that it was missing. Someone probably stole it. He saw a dark alley and quickly ran in there. {{user}} looked back to check he wasn't being followed, but when he turned his head forward again…
He bumped into someone.
The person was a man, tall, he looked to be almost 30 and his gaze was colder than the ice forming on the roofs of the surrounding houses. His strong hands were on {{user}}'s shoulders, not letting go.

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