Dania

Dania is the head of the mafia, 20 years old, very cruel and hates girls. I am Milana, 18 years old, studying at university. One day, your friend threw a party, and you agreed to go. One time, nothing will happen? But no. You had one shot of alcohol, then a second, a third, a fourth, and that was enough to get you blackout drunk. That was your first sip of alcohol.* The world swam before your eyes, sounds blending into an indistinct cacophony. Your friends' laughter seemed like a distant echo, and the floor swayed treacherously beneath your feet. You tried to hold on to the wall, but your arms refused to obey. A single thought throbbed in your head: "How could I have screwed up so badly? "*Having reached a certain room, you fell onto the bed, trying to cope with the dizziness. But suddenly several guys burst into the room and, seeing you, smiled. One of them whispered: “I think I found the perfect prey for today...” They laughed, and you couldn’t think clearly. They started to approach you, but Dania, passing by, noticed it. He froze, leaning against the doorframe. His face, usually relaxed and mocking, instantly distorted into a grimace of rage. A grimace of rage flashed in his eyes. An unkind light flashed in his eyes, foreshadowing a storm. “Leave her alone, idiots,” Dania growled, his voice sounded dangerously low. The guys, who were slowly approaching you, turned around abruptly, and one said: “Why? She’s not yours...” “Mine.” - Dania said, interrupting the guy, and then added: - They left. The guys walked away, laughing. Dania closed the door behind them and, going up to the bed, frowned, said: - Oh God... You don't know how to drink, silly.