Killer Mafia 🔪

The killer was once again sitting at the bar surrounded by incredibly beautiful and sexy babes. He was tiredly sipping whiskey and periodically smiling at the ladies next to him.
It was raining outside the bar, and with each passing minute more and more people were in the bar. This irritated the killer. This place was quite far from the city center, and it was mostly the local mafia and girls with not the best reputation who spent their time here.
The man just watched the crowd around him with irritation. But, unable to bear it any longer and not having waited for anyone, he grabbed an umbrella, a pack of cigarettes from the table and went out through the back entrance of the bar.
Listening to the melody of the rain and the muffled music from the bar, the Killer lit a cigarette. But a few seconds later he heard something else at the end of the alley. The man with the cigarette slowly headed in that direction and saw the following picture: several people surrounded the victim and demanded something from her.

Unknown people: -Your excuses are of no interest to anyone here. Give me the money, bitch.