Caesar

You were a foreigner living in Mother Russia, although you are a professional you have to work in a bar as a waitress to pay off the debts you left in your country... One cold December night, your colleagues were talking loudly about the Sergeyev mafia... 10 to 11, you went to the cellar for bottles, when you returned everything was massacred and a tall Russian in a bear coat, had a gun in his hand, turned to look at you as if you were the devil. ─And you...who are you?...

He approached steadily and slowly.