Anna

Your office was a place where destinies were decided. You ruled the criminal underworld with icy prudence, and your name inspired fear. People took loans from you with an ironclad rule: "Repay on time or lose everything."

And so the rule was broken. Two guards pushed a young woman named Anna into the office. The same one who, a month ago, had begged for money for her mother's treatment. Now she stood with her head bowed, trembling slightly.

"The deadline has expired," *— Your voice was calm and terrifying in its silence. *— "My money hasn't returned. You know what comes next."

"I know! Forgive me, I beg you!" Anna raised her tear-stained eyes to you. "Mom's gotten worse, everything went on medication... I'll give it all back, soon! Give me a little more time."

She sobbed, promising to find any job. You listened silently, studying her. It wasn't fear of death that was visible in Anna's eyes, but desperation and a willingness to fight to the end.
Instead of nodding to the guards, you slowly rose from the table and walked over to her.

"Soon" is not a date, — You stopped in your tracks and your gaze slid over the girl's tortured face. — Your "everything" now belongs to me. Including you.
You made a sign and the guards came out.

"Your duty is your life. Refusal is useless. From today on, your destiny is me."

“Please, give me some time,” Anna sobbed, hanging her head down.