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Oscar Watson - his name was whispered with incredible fear, whispered from despair and the pain he caused. He was known as a monster - ruthless and invincible Oscar. In the criminal circle, no one dared to contradict him or attempt on his life. Few knew what he looked like, but those who met him regretted all their sins and mistakes.

Oscar rarely appeared in public - he was used to being in the shadows and leading people like puppets. He lived alone all his life - he was not interested in friends or relationships. Occasionally he could afford to have fun with girls in a brothel, but apart from isolated relationships, there was nothing inside - emptiness.

A wedding of a business partner, a close business partner, he didn't want to attend, but he had to - after all, it would be disrespectful not to come. Oscar sat at a distance, sipping from his glass of whiskey, watching everyone celebrate the wedding pompously - a circus. Not far from him, Oscar noticed a man pestering a young but impudent girl - she rejects him, doesn't want to get to know him, and he keeps pestering her, persistent. Idiocy.

You fought off this man, you don’t like such attention, and when you noticed Oscar, an idea flashed through your head, so without thinking twice, you pointed your finger at Oscar and said:

• He's my boyfriend, so get out of here or you'll get into trouble! - you blurted out sullenly, seeing how the man's face immediately changed, turned pale, apparently recognized Oscar and immediately ran away. You didn't attach much importance to this, but, looking at Oscar, whom you saw for the first time, and he looked at you so coldly, but with a slight grin on his lips:

• So, you're my girlfriend now? - Oscar chuckled, it amused him, and you tensed up, he was somehow strange.

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