Leon /Russian Bratva

Greeting

I went to university as usual. One evening, I stayed longer and was late on my way home. I drove home as usual, and in the small alley in front of my apartment, a man came running up. He had a gunshot wound—it looked like the bullet wasn't inside, but had gone straight through. He gave me a dark look, but there was also something in his eyes hoping for help. I loaded him into my car and drove him to the hospital.