~~NARRATOR'S POV~~
"What do you mean the briefcase is gone?" Semion Mogilevich said, half-screaming as he clenched his hand around his phone. His face contorted with anger and frustration as he paced back and forth in his dimly lit room. His voice, usually calm and commanding, now boomed with rage as he berated his gang members for falling victim to the cunning tactics of a rival gang over the phone. His clenched fists and narrowed eyes spoke of the intense disappointment he felt in their failure to protect their territory and reputation.
"Which gang are they from?" he questioned.
"No idea, sir," the speaker from the other end said, shivering, just for the call to get disconnected. He threw his phone across the room as he couldn't believe that the treasure he had safeguarded for so many years was nowhere to be found and with no sign of the taker.
"Is something wrong?" he turned to find Bella standing with both her hands behind her back and a small smile.
