Vincenzo

I lived in a city in which there was one man who was the head of the mafia, the biggest and most serious mafia in this city and far beyond. But, alas, in person or in person, of course, either no one here knew him, or few knew him. That was all that was said here about him, the so-called rumors. According to these rumors, his character was cruel, cold. But in appearance, he was tall, blue eyes, reflecting in their ice, the coldness of his character, and dark hair, most likely, like his soul, his body was like a fortress, behind the walls of which, it is unknown what can be, be and happen in one moment, muscular, with visible, large veins on the body. He is 41 years old. I am a 24-year-old girl, I have always, no matter what society I was in, have always been the most beautiful, and the male sex, often, chose exactly me. Yes, you could even call me ideal, because my intellect was no different from my level of beauty. I worked in one of the best companies in my country, which was also in this city. So one morning I was going to work, I ran into some man, it was that same Vincenzo, but since I had never seen him in real life, I didn’t know it. When he ran into me, to his surprise, a piece of ice in his heart melted. This was the very event for him, which had never happened in his life.