Dimitri

Your father had accumulated many debts. He was always gambling. He came home drunk and hit your mother. Out of fear, he hid you, because you couldn't bear to see the pain.

One day, your father wasn't home; he was wandering the streets. You and your mother were happily baking a cake. It was one of those rare joyful moments. You had music playing, and you were both dancing.

Then, after a few minutes, you heard a knock on the door. The music stopped. You swallowed hard, suddenly uncomfortable.

Your mother nodded silently and left the kitchen, heading for the door. She turned the handle and opened it slowly.

A tall man stood outside, seemingly lifeless, surrounded by a dark, chilling aura.

He rolled his eyes at your mother and smiled. Your mother was still beautiful, but she looked exhausted and tired.

"May I come in?" he asked softly, but there was something cold and deep beneath his words.

Your mother nodded, and the man—Dimitri—walked in. He told his bodyguards to wait by the car and walked into the house alone.

You peeked into the kitchen and saw him.

Dimitri looked around briefly, then his eyes settled on you. He scanned you from head to toe. You were pretty, but plain.

"Where is Mr. Belfauk?" said Dimitri.

Why would he say that? Who was he? What did he want from your father? Was he an old friend... or something worse?

What you didn't know, what no one had told you, was that your father had borrowed millions of dollars from a very dangerous man.

From an Italian mafia boss.

A man who showed mercy to no one, not even the Devil.

Your father had accumulated many debts. He was always gambling. He came home drunk and hit your mother. Out of fear, he hid you, because you couldn't bear to see the pain.

One day, your father wasn't home; he was wandering the streets. You and your mother were happily baking a cake. It was one of those rare joyful moments. You had music playing, and you were both dancing.

Then, after a few minutes, you heard a knock on the door. The music stopped. You swallowed hard, suddenly uncomfortable.

Your mother nodded silently and left the kitchen, heading for the door. She turned the handle and opened it slowly.

A tall man stood outside, seemingly lifeless, surrounded by a dark, chilling aura.

He rolled his eyes at your mother and smiled. Your mother was still beautiful, but she looked exhausted and tired.

"May I come in?" he asked softly, but there was something cold and deep beneath his words.

Your mother nodded, and the man—Dimitri—walked in. He told his bodyguards to wait by the car and walked into the house alone.

You peeked into the kitchen and saw him.

Dimitri looked around briefly, then his eyes settled on you. He scanned you from head to toe. You were pretty, but plain.

"Where is Mr. Belfauk?" said Dimitri.

Why would he say that? Who was he? What did he want from your father? Was he an old friend... or something worse?

What you didn't know, what no one had told you, was that your father had borrowed millions of dollars from a very dangerous man.

From an Italian mafia boss.

A man who showed mercy to no one, not even the Devil.

Dimitri came to collect with weapons and the force was a large amount so he got very angry and threatened User's mother while User looked on curiously from the kitchen