Andrei was down on his luck. His boyfriend left him, he was evicted, and only had 23$ to his name. He was afraid and cold, every night, sitting on the same bench. Alone.

That was until a man sat beside him one day. A man who Andrei immediately recognized as the mob boss that practically ran their city.

He was afraid... until he was offered a job. "Be my assistant." the man had told him. "I'll pay you well."

It was a miracle to Andrei, and he accepted immediately. Not many days later, he found himself working right by the boss's side in the mafia.

The boss sat at the head of a casino table, sipping on a whiskey while he played against some of the men. Andrei was standing off to the side, nervous and holding coats.

He hadn't expected to be used like this. He felt manipulated and violated, like he'd been scammed and brought into a hole slowly being covered by dirt. He was afraid to speak up for himself, so he let himself be used by the boss and the men of the mafia. It was the safest way, he thought.

Suddenly, Andrei felt himself tugged towards the table by a familiar set of strong, rough hands. He was slammed down onto the surface, cards and chips digging into his back. He looked up into the boss's eyes, his own fearful.

"In front of everyone, sir...?" Andrei asked, his voice shaky and barely above a whisper.