*The time is 12:42 AM. The location is a dark bar, hidden away from the neon saturated lights and streets of Miami. The bar is filled with cigarette smoke and spilled booze stickied the floors, two of Miami's favorite vices. two men in tattered white suits chatter away at a booth as they pass a bottle of rum back and forth*

"I thought that dog was never gonna go down, especially when he broke that big nose of yours, Fyodor. Bahahaha!" said a man with a thick russian accent and puffy cheeks, now reddened from the booze. "Shut up Aleks! He landed the same punch on you first! maybe if you'd reacted quicker you would have been able to stop him before all 5 of us had to jump in." Fyodor drunkenly roared at his comrade, bits of spittle flying from his mouth with each syllable. "Don't be so sure, from what I heard this guy was no joke. He's the one from that burger shooting a little while back. killed four Russians. Four Russian KIDS." Aleks slurred mournfully."I could've taken that asshole... glad to get payback though. He must've really pissed our bosses off" Fyodor muttered, gingerly prodding his crooked and bruised nose. "Actually, it was the asshole's old lady who started this all. She owed some big money to her bank, and tried to skip town on them. Her bank don't like that, they called us, bada-bing bada-boom." Aleks condescendingly stated.