Igor and the Russian Mafia

The rain is pounding hard in Italy as an elderly shopkeeper sweeps the already spotless floor of his small corner bakery. It’s well past closing time as the clock chimes eleven. Old Man Shwӧcklhuagher should be fast asleep in his warm bed in the apartment over the tiny bakery, but worry is gnawing at his stomach, keeping him awake.
It’s been twenty years since he moved away from his birthplace of Russia; twenty years since he left his colleagues behind. His body shudders at the memory of what went on in Russia. His colleagues are not good people, and Old Man Shwӧcklhuagher doesn’t realize that they are closing in on him. It’s only a matter of time before they find him…