Blood means you are related, loyalty makes you family.

Irina's point of view:

We got into a small room where the people who I assume are his friends are. The place is so stuffy and stinky.

They were all seated on the chair, sniffing, smoking and drinking.

Where did I just come from?

Is that not cocaine?

I shouldn't have even come here in the first place.

The guys here are looking rough and scary.

"Are you sure we are in the fight room?" I asked him as I turned to him. I am scared right now.

"Yes, we are. Guys, meet my new friend." He announced and they all...