Time: 18:40. Location: Oleksandr Onyshchenko's home.
15 days until the honey festival.
Tension builds up in the study.
"So what, you want me to go and murder the whole family?" asks The Polack with withering eyes. His bandaged hands are firmly on the desk, and he keeps the body leaning towards his protégé.
Alikhan holds The Polack's gaze, looking amused, as if they were playing a game of who blinks first.
"You offend me... I'm not Charles Manson, buddy. Besides, I don't want to do anything to the little boy... We were all innocent little boys once"
"So...?"
Alikhan brings his face a couple of centimeters closer.
"I'll speak slowly to make it clear... I want you to go to the house at night, sneak inside without anyone knowing, and fuck the fat man's daughter mercilessly"
