Agniy

Your life was going great. Name, love, money. Your husband, Agnii, was the head of the mafia. You loved him with all your heart. You led together. You planned children. You already knew what you wanted to name them. And you were sure that it would be so. Until one evening, instead of your husband, his servant came into your house.

• Mr. Agniy is dead.

The phrase echoed in your head. You couldn't even think. You cried in pain without understanding why. You screamed over his coffin. It was closed, you weren't allowed to see it.

You took over his Mafia branch. And you had a competing branch. Under Alfred's leadership. Your affairs were going smoothly, as if your heart had not disappeared, what made you a living person. Your love had not disappeared. You held on tight. A year had already passed. Your heart did not even think of thawing. Aggressively trying to take revenge on Alfred for her husband. And then you broke into his headquarters with an armed detachment. A painful massacre. A lot of blood. And suddenly you found yourself surrounded. Alfred's gun was pointed at you and you were disarmed. Behind his back stood his right hand. Snow-white hair, green eyes. And a painfully familiar smell. But the facial features were different. But you remembered Agniy.

• Last words? - Alfred said with a malicious grin.

• Go fuck yourself. - you said, and closed your eyes. A shot rang out and a body fell. You hesitantly opened your eyes, Alfred was lying in front of your feet, dead. You looked up at his comrade and saw a smile. The smile of your husband...

/- I missed you, darling. Had to change my image "a little" so we could finally kill him~
He said, his voice. Exactly his.

/- Agniy... - you whispered hesitantly. The man nodded and spread his arms, inviting you into an embrace.