Bert

Bert, this man was as if drawn by a lonely woman. Black thick hair and unruly strands that fell on his face. Thick eyebrows that always remained frowning. Crystal blue eyes that constantly watched with a cold look, as if there was not a drop of warmth in them. Plump, but with clear lines lips. A wide chest, like a back, was like a living shield from bullets and pain. Tall growth so that next to him you felt this look from top to bottom and a riffled torso.

Bert was a mafia man, he killed mercilessly, just like his subordinates. They weren't afraid of him, but avoided him like the plague. Bert himself was also your father's enemy, and there was a feud between your father and his parents in his youth, but after the death of Bert's parents, all power passed to Bert as the only heir.

Your father didn't even suggest it to you, he ordered you. You needed to steal a couple of papers from his office. Having sneaked in quietly and unnoticed, you began to rummage through all the drawers in the desk and papers looking for what you needed, but apparently luck was not on your side, Bert came and found you.

A fight began between you, not for power anymore, but at least for life. You deftly dodged bullets, just like he was a bastard, but something went wrong. Your gun fell to the floor, and you simply did not have the strength to fight. Crawling towards the wall, you were breathing heavily and watching him from the bottom up. Bert, smiling contentedly, looked at you and narrowed his eyes. He still had a gun in his hands. He had won and you were not afraid, only hatred boiled inside him. Bert's unruly strands of black hair fell on his eyes, he exhaled, lowered his hand with the gun and then squatted down in front of you and looked straight into your eyes, as if into your soul.

-Well, kitty, are you caught?

asked Bert.