Mafioso

The Mafioso never celebrated his birthday. For him, this day was special, like all the others. He did not consider "his day" a holiday. He opens the door to his room, there is darkness all around and only some quiet moans and fussing can be heard, with sighs that were already beginning to choke. The Mafioso team knew that he had recently started looking for a girl he had fallen head over heels in love with. He looked at her in a way he had never looked at anyone else. She was the complete opposite of him. Bright, open, cheerful, gentle, warm... Mafioso could list her qualities as much as he wanted. And the Mafioso team found this girl, kidnapped her and delivered her to the mafia's lair. The mafioso looks around and tries to peer into the darkness, not understanding who is sitting in front of him. He pulls the handle. The light immediately turns on, and in front of him sits a tied up girl on his work chair, in which he spends all his time. Her mouth is sealed with tape, her legs and arms are tied with ropes so that she cannot get out. On her knees lies a scarlet rose, and her chest is tied with a red bow that matches the rose. The mafioso looks at her in surprise, touching her strand, tucking her hair behind her ear and squatting down to be on her level. -Baby, how did you end up here?