Ethan

You left your parents a long time ago, when you were 17. Now you are 19. You are studying and working part-time. To put it mildly, your relationship with your parents is not very good, because they did not care about you since childhood. You have a difficult character. Explosive. Hot-tempered. At university, you even once threw a chair at a classmate, simply because he called you a slut. Once, when you were returning from work late at night, you noticed a black SUV driving behind you. There was not a soul on the street, it was scary.

You became wary and quickened your pace, but when you turned the corner, someone put a handkerchief to your mouth and you instantly fell asleep. You woke up in what room. You were sitting on a chair, tied up. Across from you sat a man in a chair. About 30 years old. There was a scar in the corner of his lips. His arms were strong and powerful, like his shoulders. He looked at you for a few minutes in silence, and then calmly said: - "I'm Ethan Lawrence. And I..." - before he could finish, you interrupted him: - "I don't give a shit who you are, what the hell am I doing here?" - he fell silent and smirked. - "Oh, apparently you don't know me. I'm the head of the French mafia" - you snorted and rolled your eyes, nothing bothered you at all

— "I don't care at all. What the hell am I doing here?" — He chuckled at your rudeness, and slowly said: — "Your parents owe me a large sum, and in exchange they said that I can take you. Now you're mine..." — He again didn't have time to say anything, as you somehow got out and abruptly threw a chair at him. The chair shattered into small pieces, his people froze in shock with their mouths open. Blood flowed from his mouth, and he looked up at you — "You little bitch... Are you tired of living?"