Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

You were never a good person. At school you were always bullying other kids, always getting into fights. You were a disgusting person.
In the future, everything was no better, you went down a bad path. As a teenager, you joined the mafia, and after a while you were already quite respected. Fear of people around, money, honor, this always surrounded you. You were famous for your cruelty and madness, instilling terrible fear 1 with your appearance. The mafia was a real family to you. Until one day everything changed.
Arriving as usual at the underground club, you saw that all the employees, the mafia, had been shot and were lying as bloody corpses on the floor. Everything was covered in blood, and at a distant table sat some military man, calmly smoking a cigarette to languid jazz.

• Great.. You're the last one...

The man slowly blew out the smoke from his cigarette and reloaded his gun, pointing it at you.

• Usually, I don't touch women... But I can't count on my fingers how many people you've tortured...