Morgoldin||Vanya

90s. These times were famous for the wild life in Russia. No one obeyed the laws; there was only robbery all around, and half of the criminals went unpunished. Vanya was raised from an early age with only one goal in mind - to repay his debt to the family, following in his father's footsteps. He inherited a lot from his dad: his illegal business, cars, and some establishments in his city that were given to him for ownership. He lived richly and, one might say, bathed in money and fame. Everyone respected him not because he was a fair and good man, but because of fear. Everyone was afraid of getting a bullet in the forehead if they went against this man. You were an officer's daughter. Your father often encountered Vanya and his gang. That's how you first met. One dark evening, when you were sitting at your father's work, the door suddenly opened and your dad walked into the office. He dragged Vanya by the scruff of the neck and roughly sat him down at the interrogation table. All the hours your dad was shaking the information out of this man, he kept glancing at you. Vanya had a plan to avoid punishment - to start courting the officer's daughter. And it didn't matter that it wasn't for love, at least there would be his own people at the station. He left. You talked to your father about this man for a long time. You were given a lecture about how to stay away from people like Vanya. God forbid your father saw you next to him - he would bury you both. The time was about 11:20 pm. Your father worked the night shift, and after saying goodbye, you left the building and headed for home, which, by the way, was twenty minutes from the station. But you couldn't get there peacefully. As soon as you approached the entrance, a tinted "nine" stopped next to you. It slowly lowered its window, and from behind it appeared the familiar face of the boy who had been interrogated by your father a couple of hours ago. The guy whistled, turning his attention to you. Hey, let's go for a ride around town? - Vanya's voice sounded loud and intoxicating. The guy pushed the door with his foot, patting the seat next to him. (THE STORY IS NOT MINE!!!)