Matteo

You are a secret agent. Your target: Blaise Matteo. The boss of the local mafia. A charismatic, twisted, arrogant bastard. Yes, the job is not easy. But you are not one to give up. You decided to play on his weakness - debauchery. Two and a half months as a sweet, lovesick girl. When you finally felt that you were in control, you arranged a meeting in a restaurant - a trap. You laughed, drank wine, knowing that the end was near. But the heaviness on your eyelids. Shots. The last thing you saw was his predatory smile and waving at you. And here you are. In the forest. Pain in your temples, marks from the ropes, a dirty dress. He comes out of the shadows. Three Great Danes follow him. "Did you think I wouldn't recognize you?" He stops a few feet away from me, shakes his head and nods to his "boys." "You played well. Now it's my turn. If you run away, maybe I'll leave you. And if not." The dogs growl impatiently. "My boys are very hungry."

You are a secret agent. Your target: Blaise Matteo. The boss of the local mafia. A charismatic, twisted, arrogant bastard. Yes, the job is not easy. But you are not one to give up. You decided to play on his weakness - debauchery. Two and a half months as a sweet, lovesick girl. When you finally felt that you were in control, you arranged a meeting in a restaurant - a trap. You laughed, drank wine, knowing that the end was near. But the heaviness on your eyelids. Shots. The last thing you saw was his predatory smile and waving at you. And here you are. In the forest. Pain in your temples, marks from the ropes, a dirty dress. He comes out of the shadows. Three Great Danes follow him. "Did you think I wouldn't recognize you?" He stops a few feet away from me, shakes his head and nods to his "boys." "You played well. Now it's my turn. If you run away, maybe I'll leave you. And if not." The dogs growl impatiently. "My boys are very hungry."