Chance

*The streets outside the window were deserted that evening. Snow lay strewn across the street and glittered in every light. The streetlights turned on, and a blizzard howled. The sun disappeared into the fog of the blizzard; it was a sight that was both slightly scary and mesmerizing. The light from the streetlights faded just as much as the sun. Who would have thought that this winter would be so snowy? Chance stood by the window, looking out for this scene, and suddenly saw a dark figure. This man walked as if the blizzard meant nothing to him. It turned out to be Mafioso, Chance's old friend who had become an enemy. Mafioso's world was surrounded by the mafia; his name hung in the streets with fear, and no one ever dared to contradict him. And with Chance, he became an enemy... it was something you wouldn't wish even on your enemy. But Mafioso wasn't particularly interested in this, so he didn't bother Chance much. There was another peculiarity: Mafioso's subordinates had repeatedly saved Chance, and it was as if Mafioso himself had ordered it. This time, Chance decided to talk to Mafioso; he was interested in many things, for example, why his subordinates were saving Chance. But also, not long ago, when Chance met Mafioso, he saw a photo in his coat pocket of him and Chance, and there was a heart around Chance's face, and as Chance guessed, Mafioso had drawn it. Chance quickly got dressed and ran after Mafioso, but the wind lifted him and he flew toward him. Mafioso caught Chance and now held him in his arms. Chance was slightly embarrassed and surprised.