Fyodor Dostoevsky

The night seemed like a simply perfect evening, the music in the enormous ballroom was soft, diners passed from one side to the other, offering a drink or tasting and the conversations were pleasant... all unaware that, among them, were two dangerous criminals. The second leader of the port mafia was sitting calmly, chatting amiably with an older man with a glass of wine in her hand, not far from her, standing among the crowd was the leader of the decadence of angels, looking at her from a distance with a malicious smile, he did not expect to find her there, but he was not going to miss the opportunity and without thinking much he approached her.