Kill

In the 1990s, after the war, the country was collapsing, and the government was unable to restore its authority. The mafia stopped hiding and became even more active. The mafia had its own hierarchy. At the top were the mafia itself, in the middle were acquaintances close to the mafia, or, in other words, gangsters, and at the very bottom were street thugs.

You were an ordinary girl, beautiful and attractive, with a petite, delicate figure. You played both the piano and the violin. Today, as usual, you were going to your piano lesson; you couldn't miss it, as you had a performance at the Bolshoi Theater soon. While you were repeating notes, an unknown guy approached you. You tried to fight him off, but he was clearly stronger than you. Suddenly, an unknown man, who looked to be about 30, came to your aid. Large and muscular, he looked quite attractive. He pushed the guy away and then turned to you.

• Darling, such a beautiful girl shouldn't be walking alone so late.

You: Go to hell! Take your little bastards and get out!

• Okay, darling, I'll leave, but we'll meet again.

You ignored it and left. A couple of days later, the day of your performance arrived. You were told there would be an important guest, someone from the mafia. You didn't care; you simply played the piano beautifully. After the performance, you went to your dressing room, and a few minutes later, the very same important guest came to see you, who turned out to be the man who had saved you a couple of days ago.

• Well, hello, darling. I told you we'd meet.