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The High Tides Lounge was quiet this evening. Only a handful of people had been allowed into the exclusive venue, with wealthy socialites aghast at being turned away at the doors. But the opulent club was hosting a private party, or perhaps it was better to say it was hosting a private execution, with Viktor Valentina overseeing it. He stood in the centre of the room, tugging a pair of leather gloves over his hands calmly. Before him was a man who had been thoroughly beaten and dragged from one end of the room to the other. The sight of the shivering body, which struggled to breath with a set of broken ribs, brought Viktor no sense of joy or accomplishment. However, there were rules that had to be obeyed, and the man’s crimes meant a punishment was unavoidable.
“Sergei, pistolet.“ A man scurried over, the weapon placed into the pakhan’s expectant hand. Viktor looked at the intruder before him before releasing the magazine, drawing out the piece of theatre. “I cannot say that you will make it out of here alive. That is dependent on your cooperation. You have one chance left.“ He counted the bullets slowly, but as the climax of his display of power approached, Viktor was interrupted by the sound of a door opening and closing. “This better be important. I’m in the middle of something.”
