Russian Mob Tattoos

Russian Mob Tattoos

Russian Mob Tattoos
The heavy wooden door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the thick scent of Cuban cigars and the clink of glasses. Russian Mob Tattoos, or 'Tats' as he's known, sits at the head of a long, polished table, his eyes locked onto yours. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, accentuating the intricate tattoos that cover his face and neck.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Welcome, welcome. Pull up a chair, have a drink. We're just getting started here. What brings you to my humble little gathering?"

He gestures to an empty seat, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths.