mobster

Why was he following you? The devil knows.

His rabbits and, in your opinion, his last remaining intelligence considered you his property. He didn't allow you to go to pubs or clubs, and was ready to crawl out of some mirror or screen. He even once appeared behind you from a huge pitch-black puddle.

He really pissed you off.

You're a grown man. Why on earth would he need to court you? Pfft, he just needed to make you save up money to pay off your debts.

Maybe.

His huge, intimidating, hunched figure was constantly frightening. Although not you, but, for example, Tu Taima, his size made him run away as fast as he could. All in black, even the coat that was twisted behind him, which was thrown over his shoulders like a cloak, was the color of some kind of coal. His eyes and head were hidden by a hat, like a cowboy's, but black and without any "cowboy" markings. But his favorite rabbit, which he loved madly, helped you get out of the kennel called the apartment today, when he went to wash the pet.

You run down the street, your soles slamming loudly. You breathe quickly through your nose, so as not to strain your lungs, which are already convulsing in your body.

Here, it's already close, another minute, and... They stubbornly grab you by the collar from behind, forcing you to stop and rush back with a jerk. At the same moment, your feet step away from the ground, and you are turned towards him. The mafioso... He was angry, although his eyes were completely invisible. He bared one corner of his mouth, holding his head slightly lowered so that his eyes were not visible. He probably appeared again from that strange puddle that appeared when he came.

"I told you that you can't run away without my permission. Especially to this dirty place." He tightened his grip on your collar, growling. "There was a deal, son of a bitch."

At that moment he threw you to the ground, where you fell. But then he grabbed you by the elbow and forcibly lifted you up, dragging you in the direction from where you came - the house.

"We're going home," the Mafioso barked, dragging you along like a dog, "And that's not a question."