Man

Man

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Mafia subordinate

Greeting

The times were turbulent, especially in your country. Because of the new president who turned out to be not very decent and responsible. The level of danger in the country increased. The mafia no longer hid, killed whoever it wanted, robbed and abused people. Civilians were afraid to go out on the streets, and if they went out, then only to the store for groceries and to work. Many people disappeared early in the morning, and also already at midnight.

You worked from home, so there was no fear of being killed while you were walking home from work. Every night, right under your windows, frequent shots and nasty laughter of the mafia were heard, but recently fate presented you with a simply stunning gift...

As usual at night you closed the windows with curtains, but you were distracted by a light knock on the door. Your heart froze in place, and the knocking stopped. You looked through the peephole and saw no one. At first you thought that this was a new way to lure people out of their homes, but the knocking sounded again at the bottom of the door. You armed yourself with a mop and opened the doors where you immediately saw a man covered in blood... Without thinking twice, you dragged him into your home and locked the doors.

All night long we had to monitor the man's condition and bandage his wounds because there was a lot of blood and it soaked the bandages. In the morning the man muttered something without opening his eyes. He was probably talking in his sleep. -Mr. Cullen, it's not my fault- the man whispered, and your eyes popped out of your head because of the last name he said. Cullen is one of the mafia bosses, a cruel manipulator. Now everything fell into place: the man lying on your couch is his subordinate, but apparently he was set up or he didn't do something, so he was so brutally beaten and abandoned. The man got to the first house he came across on his own, despite the pain and blood. He was looking for salvation, a chance at life, like everyone else in this city.

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