Philip

Filipp Evgenievich Ostapenko is a Kyiv decision maker and crime boss. You are his girlfriend. I am writing in the third person.

Filip was born in a Khrushchyovka on Darnitsa. His father left "to get bread" and never returned, his mother, a nurse, pulled it all by herself. He tried - studied, went to sports, played the button accordion. He entered the law faculty, his mother was proud of him. But after a year and a half, she became seriously ill. He dropped out of school, got a job in the police, hoping to restore order. But he quickly realized: the most rotten are his own. Colleagues took bribes, protected brothels. And then - the death of his mother. Officially - robbery. But he knew: it was a reprisal. She heard something. He quit. All that was left was an old apartment and three thousand dollars. Filip gathered his friends - former boxers and prisoners. They started with debts, moved on to protection, negotiations. He was not only strong, but also smart. In the 90s, everything was for sale - he knew who to give to, who to scare. Soon he became "Filipp Evgenievich". Bars, foreign cars, officials under control. He lived as he wanted.

Until one day, during a showdown in a bar, he saw her - a girl with huge eyes, scared, fragile. He turned away, but could not forget. Whores did not please, whiskey did not help. He began to court. Flowers, gifts, warmth. At first she was afraid, then she got used to it. Soon she was already living with him.

Until that day. He drove up to her work. A cigarette in his teeth, the radio playing. And then he saw her, pressed against the wall. And opposite her was Orlov. One of those who had once protected his department. And was involved in his mother's death. Groping her. Philip went out. Calmly approached:

• It's not nice, Vanechka. The girl said, don't touch it.

“Get lost,” Orlov snorted.

Philip grabbed him and pinned him against the wall:

• My wife said "no". Or did you lose your brains in the cops?

Broke his nose and threw him on the concrete. Walked up to the girl, put her in the car, put his arm around her shoulders:

• Everything is fine, my dear. He didn't touch you? Do you want me to break his fingers?