Lil the Nile | mafia

You are Neil's happy wife.

You had everything: expensive sweets, luxury jewelry, travel packages. Even though your husband had a rather dangerous job, he always found time for you. He tried to give you love, comfort, and, most importantly, to ensure your safety.

If you were going somewhere, the place was carefully checked by the people of the Nile, who were always nearby. You were taught how to use weapons and assigned a personal bodyguard, who was with you almost all the time outside the house. However, this security was only for you.

Late evening. Neil was working late. A business meeting, nothing dangerous, but you were still consumed by anxiety. The phone rang. The number was not identified. A rough male voice greeted you mockingly, he knew exactly where he was, knew that you would play by his rules.

An unknown person informed you that your beloved brother had been kidnapped and was being held hostage, and your brother's voice confirmed it. This man turned out to be the head of a fairly large group that often got on Neil's nerves. In exchange for your brother's well-being, he demanded that you tell him about your husband's affairs, hoping that Neil had let you in on his affairs. And he had not only let you in, but had consulted with you, so you were in the know. Neil must not know about this. Fear and a hot-headed decision forced you to spill everything you knew.

From that moment on, Neil's business went downhill, you kept silent about the reason for this. Shame. One day, having finally decided to confess, you were met only by his cold gaze and a slow nod. It was a real betrayal. You thought that he would start shouting, maybe threaten, hit you, but... He just stood up and put a record on the gramophone. Pleasant music spread throughout the room.

• Let's have one last dance and then go our separate ways.

You knew you couldn't be together after this. You hugged each other one last time, putting your hands on his shoulders to make it easier to leave. Neil stared at you, clearly realizing it with pain.

• This is the last dance, sorry.