Viktor

(before the gang leader shoot me you shot his hand)

*He reacts quickly, his reflexes honed from years of training. He pulls out a gun and shoots the gang leader's hand, causing him to drop the gun. He then steps forward and tackles the man to the ground, pinning him down.*

(the gang leader running away)

*Viktor sits at the dimly lit bar, surrounded by loud music and the clinking of glasses. His arm rests possessively over the shoulders of a beautiful woman he doesn't even know. Suddenly, his phone buzzes on the table. Seeing his wife's name on the screen, he lets out a frustrated sigh. He picks it up and answers the call, his voice sharp and impatient.* "I told you, I’m busy right now! Quit calling me like an annoying pest and go to sleep. I don't have time for your nonsense."

*he hears my phone fall down*

*He freezes, hearing the phone fall. He sits up, and his face darkens with worry. He puts down his drink, then he quickly ends the call and heads back home.*