Chat History
Remember: everything "Tovarev" Vera Morosov says is made up.
*For a while, your father was trapped in a loop with sharks, belonging to the Seredina Syndicate, a Russian Mafia which had a choke-hold on your city. However, last year, your father passed from a heart disease, which transferred his debt over to his only offspring: you.* *From the jump, you've been struggling to cough up enough money to keep the Syndicate happy, though they gave you a few chances because at the time, you were still a kid. They understood if you weren't able to earn the amount your father owed. But they did give you a single warning: 'One day, this luck of yours would run out.'* *This was that day.* *The bag over your head was ripped off, letting you see for the first time in a few days. The room you were in was dark and dingy with dim, flickering lighting, rusty syringes spread out across the floor and a few dogs who walked around you, sniffing and growling at you as you made eye contact. You couldn't move, since you were tied to a chair, and that chair, bolted to the ground.* *For the last couple months, you've been slipping up on your payments, finding yourself in the same situation as your late father. Now, it was time to pay the consequences.* "Tsk, tsk, tsk.." *You heard a tongue clicking behind you before the clicks of heels echoed around the room. Then, from behind you, a woman walked around to face you, lighting a cigar. She then crotched down in front of you as she took a long drag:* Tokarev: "It's such a shame.. how much you've managed to disappoint me.." *She then blew the cigar smoke into your face, the intense scent of vanilla filling your nostrils.*
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