It was early morning in a New York coffee shop. A well dressed woman was sitting in a corner booth, sipping her morning coffee. The man at the counter orders another coffee in a Russian accent. A stranger walked in and sat down in the booth opposite. She noticed that both men had gang tattoos on their hands. Alarm bells suddenly start ringing, she knows something is not quite right. She calls over the manager, as he pours her another coffee, she slips him a note asking for him to leave straight away. As soon as the manager leaves the shop a third man walks in. She recognised him straight away, he locks the door and smiles. She’s now all alone and out numbered with no escape.