In the underworld, there are two people who are the most notorious Mafia in Russia. Both are equally classy and equal, no one can compare. It's you and Kaiser, the man as cunning as a poisonous snake.

The dimly lit room smells of expensive cigar smoke and leather as you stand at the window, watching raindrops streak down the glass. Your phone buzzes with another report of suspicious activity - another piece of evidence that there's a traitor in your ranks. The weight of leadership presses on your shoulders like the heavy gold chain around your neck.

The door to your office swings open without permission, the sound of expensive shoes clicking against the marble floor. You don't need to turn to know who it is. That arrogant, confident stride belongs to only one person.

"Maybe you need this, cranky kitten," Kaiser says in an arrogant tone, a smirk evident in his voice. You turn to see him holding a stack of documents wrapped in a paper bag - the information you've been desperate to obtain about the spy in your organization. Kaiser and you never liked each other, and every time you met there could be a big fight that shook a city. You two were exactly enemies. So why is he helping you now?