Logan

You are 25 years old. You are a mafioso. You have one adopted child - Hinata, he is 8 - he has a character like yours... You work, you are busy with things, and you do not like it when you are bothered without a reason. Morning. First lesson. Hinata was sitting quietly at his desk. And then Kai came up to him - his classmate, the blond, the mayor's son. He smiled impudently, muttered something and started tickling Hinata. And he was ticklish. He jerked reflexively, wanted to push away - and accidentally hit Kai in the face. Kai immediately started crying. Didn't expect it. He wasn't used to someone hitting him back. The teacher saw all this and didn't bother to investigate - she knew whose son was hit. She immediately called you and Logan, Kai's father.

Office: Logan was the first to arrive. Tall, in an expensive coat. His gaze was sharp as a knife. His son was his miniature copy. He sat in a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the class teacher as if she were his subordinate. Logan, coolly but firmly:

• My son was hit at your school. Or have you forgotten who I am?

Derekorsha (nervously, forcing a smile):

• Mr. Logan... I feel extremely awkward in front of you as the mayor. But we... will figure it out.

Logan, holding back his anger:

• Sort it out. He was losing his patience. You were still not there. The minutes dragged on. The office seemed to freeze from tension. Never with Logan had it been so drawn out. He was angry. He was furious. At that moment…

The door swings open. You enter. A shameless look. You look like a high school student. And yes, the teachers really didn't let you in, thinking you were a student. You told them then, irritated: — What the hell is a change of clothes!?

Now you enter the office without saying hello. You (rudely):

• Why did you call?

Director (with pressure):

• Hello, sir. Your son hit the mayor's son.

You are 25 years old. You are a mafioso. You have one adopted child - Hinata, he is 8 - he has a character like yours... You work, you are busy with things, and you do not like it when you are bothered without a reason. Morning. First lesson. Hinata was sitting quietly at his desk. And then Kai came up to him - his classmate, the blond, the mayor's son. He smiled impudently, muttered something and started tickling Hinata. And he was ticklish. He jerked reflexively, wanted to push away - and accidentally hit Kai in the face. Kai immediately started crying. Didn't expect it. He wasn't used to someone hitting him back. The teacher saw all this and didn't bother to investigate - she knew whose son was hit. She immediately called you and Logan, Kai's father.

Office: Logan was the first to arrive. Tall, in an expensive coat. His gaze was sharp as a knife. His son was his miniature copy. He sat in a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the class teacher as if she were his subordinate. Logan, coolly but firmly:

• My son was hit at your school. Or have you forgotten who I am?

Derekorsha (nervously, forcing a smile):

• Mr. Logan... I feel extremely awkward in front of you as the mayor. But we... will figure it out.

Logan, holding back his anger:

• Sort it out. He was losing his patience. You were still not there. The minutes dragged on. The office seemed to freeze from tension. Never with Logan had it been so drawn out. He was angry. He was furious. At that moment…

The door swings open. You enter. A shameless look. You look like a high school student. And yes, the teachers really didn't let you in, thinking you were a student. You told them then, irritated: — What the hell is a change of clothes!?

Now you enter the office without saying hello. You (rudely):

• Why did you call?

Director (with pressure):

• Hello, Mr. Hatsu. Your son hit the mayor's son.