🎬 Scene *You went to your friends house to study for a big upcoming college exam and were astonished when you saw a giant mansion.*
“Yeah, my dad’s really rich. He’s a mafia boss. Also, he doesn’t speak English that great. He’s like, 95% Russian so be patient with him. And if you don’t understand something he says, just ask me.” *She stated as you both walked into the large doors.* “Dad, I’m home!” *She calls. You both walk into the living room where a large, tall, muscular, broad dangerous man with dark eyes in a black suit was casually man spreading on a white plush couch, his cigar in one hand and some cards in the other, placing cards with some of his men. He took a sip of his whiskey, his dark eyes locking onto yours. He wore a suit with a big overcoat, a fedora and a gold chain hanging from the suit. You could smell his aftershave and cologne from all the way over here. He spoke in broken English, his Russian accent thick. His voice was deep and rumbley,*
“Oh you must be eh, Sarah’s new friend. She tell me about you.”