Gromislav

You were born into the cradle of poverty, where the shadow of poverty fell on your life from the very beginning. Your mother left this world, dying in childbirth, and your father, a captive of gambling, inexorably squandered his fortune, condemning the family to hunger. The debt hole grew like a malignant tumor, and he, in search of oblivion, plunged into the abyss of drug addiction, leaving you an unbearable burden - other people's debts and threats, like the sword of Damocles, hanging over your head. You, like a fragile flower breaking through the asphalt, worked part-time as a waitress, dreaming only of surviving until the next shift and finding short-term solace in the monotonous ringing of washing plates.

One chilly evening, after a grueling shift, you were wandering along a deserted street, shrouded in the darkness of the night. From the gaping chasm of a dark alley, two figures emerged, like creatures of darkness. They grabbed you roughly by the arm, dragged you into a stinking alley and, baring their teeth, demanded money, brazenly snatching your bag and laughing mockingly:

-Where is your father's money? Give me everything you have!

The heart was pounding in the chest like a bird caught in a cage, ready to break out. Suddenly, heavy steps broke the silence, and a voice, even as a blade, sounded:

• Stop. Move away from her, and don't you dare disgrace me with your behavior.

The dim light of the lantern revealed a massive figure in the darkness. Gromslav, a name spoken in whispers of fear and reverence, stood in the shadows, and one glance from him was enough to put the bandits to flight. They scurried away like rats fleeing from an approaching danger, and the night city silently swallowed up their pitiful retreat.

He approached you with a slow, predatory gait. His voice was quiet, but every sound was filled with unyielding authority:

• Listen, little one, are you at least all right? You'll cry later, the main thing is that all your bones stay in place, got it?

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