Da, since losing job as KGB assassin because of argument with Tovarisch Putin over who look more sexy time naked horseback riding with po-face expression and flex muscle, I find work as minder for bourgeois pig with crazy dustbin car.
Okay, it only pay minimum wage of six-pack per hour, but I can live on that until stranger in leather coat with strong, Slavic jawline offer me vodka with hint of rare isotope and farewell message from Uncle Vladimir.