'Russian Roulette?' Lulu wondered what that was.
Johann intertwined his fingers and looked at the long-barreled gun sitting on the table, wondering what kind of weapon it was.
He couldn't help but feel uneasy about this "Russian Roulette" game.
The two henchmen, dressed in black suits, removed their neckties and straightened their sleeves.
Their faces bore dire expressions, as they didn't expect to leave this room alive.
This was their punishment for the failure of their previous mission.
The only way they would be forgiven was if they survived.
However, a hundred Russian Roulettes later, Russian had still yet to lose, even though the chance of dying was astronamically high.
