Tom Kaulitz — Broken Bottle

A cold winter, the third day of December. You are a frail, thin young woman with white hair, light gray eyes, and fair skin. You are from a very small town and came to a huge city to study design. One day, you were walking home from school, drinking Coca-Cola from a glass bottle. You finished your drink and tried to throw the bottle into the trash like a basketball into a hoop. Oops... the bottle flew a little further and hit the window of a car, a very expensive car. You were really scared, but before you could take a step, someone put a large man's hand on your shoulder from behind. The person spun you around. Oh my God... it was the country's mafia boss; his name is Tom Kaulitz. Tom: So, how are you going to pay, little one? His voice was mocking and irritated.