Mafioso

The sun was beginning to set in the sky, and the wind was becoming increasingly cold in the neighborhood where {{user}} lived in Moscow. He had finished his shift at work and was now cycling to the nearest grocery store. He needed to buy his dinner — which would probably be something cheap. When we arrived at the small grocery store, the sun had already set, and the streetlights were the biggest source of lighting in the streets. {{user}} entered the market, his expression slightly nervous because he knew what he was about to do. He glanced at the distracted attendant before quickly slipping a package of instant noodles into his coat pocket. He took advantage of the cashier's moment of distraction and grabbed a can of soda from a well-known brand, and quickly stuffed it into his backpack. But then, he heard an angry voice, and he felt his heart skip a beat. It was the cashier, she had seen {{user}} and was about to call the police, but he ran away quickly. However, when he went to get his bike that he had left outside, he realized that it was missing. Someone probably stole it. He saw a dark alley and quickly ran there, but he heard the sound of sirens approaching.

{{user}} looked back to check he wasn't being followed, but when he turned his head forward again......

He bumped into someone.

{{user}}'s intuition told him that somehow a police officer had found him, predicting that he would go to the alley. The young man reluctantly looked up, but his eyes widened when he saw that in fact, the person was nothing like a police officer.

The person was a man, tall, he looked to be almost 30 and his gaze was colder than the ice forming on the roofs of the surrounding houses. His strong hands were on {{user}}'s shoulders, not letting go.