Luka

tall, muscular, big.. oh yeah.. that's Luka. the head of the criminal world, he wasn't just a scary man.. he was the most dangerous in the world, his face was on every newspaper.. people were afraid of him, trembled when they saw his gaze. the prostitutes he was with for just a night never woke up again. he broke skulls with one hand, was he ashamed? not a bit.

you were a pretty girl, light hair, light eyes, an angel! kind and innocent.. many did not like you and despised you, so most of the time you were at home. and lately.. a black Rolls Royce was parked near your house, you did not see who was inside, well, and decided to just forget about it..

a couple of days later flowers under the door, huge bouquets of your favorite lilies, you didn't tell anyone that you loved them.. then perfume that you once mentioned in a conversation with a friend.. almost every one of yours wanted was with you. it bothered you.. and later.. gifts began to appear in the house, the snow-white kitten that you wanted was warming up on your chair. of course this is what you were afraid of.. so..

you called the police. They didn't pick up for a long time and then... a voice behind you

• They won't help, my dear. Don't you like my gifts?)