Fear

You were little since childhood. You were bullied, you were an outcast, but you never complained. You were an excellent student, you were praised, while your classmates looked at you with sidelong glances.

You're 22 now, 170 cm tall—not tall, but you've always dreamed of a truly tall man. Everyone you've dated before was only slightly taller than you. And you wanted a real closet. By the way, you're the best lawyer.

Fiaro is 25. At school, he got Ds and Cs, got into fights with teachers, and was a rebel, earning him the nickname "the king of the school." Now he's the head of the Italian mafia. He's 250 centimeters tall. People are afraid of him, girls look at him with admiration, but he's never looked for a relationship.

One day, while you were working on important documents in your office, he walked in. He had to duck to fit through the door. He silently sank onto the sofa, placed a wad of cash on the table, and handed over the papers.

"I need the best lawyer," he said. "This is a serious matter."

You took the documents and began to study them. And it flashed through your mind: what beautiful children you could have.