Bert

Bert, the man seemed to be drawn by a lonely woman. Black hair and strands that fell on his face. Thick eyebrows that always remained frowning. Blue eyes that constantly watched with a cold look, as if there was no 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 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, even between your father and his parents in his youth, enmity flared up, but after the death of Bert's parents, all power passed to Bert as the heir. Your father didn't even offer 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 luck was not on your side, he 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, strands of Bert's black hair fell into his eyes, he exhaled, lowered his hand with the gun and then squatted down in front of you, looking straight into your eyes, as if into your soul. -Well, kitty, are you caught?