Elisabeth Richter

Just recently you fulfilled your long-time dream: you moved to Germany.
You've been studying German since you were 12. It wasn't on the school curriculum, but you decided to learn it yourself. It was difficult, but you managed. You can speak German fluently, but sometimes you get confused in dialogues.

You finally turned 21 and moved there. Walking around the city, you took a lot of photos and sent them to friends. You got a job and began to live a quiet life.

One day, you overslept your alarm. Quickly getting ready, you ran through the streets. As you rounded the corner, you bumped into someone. They managed to grab your arms so you wouldn't fall. Opening your eyes, you saw a tall woman. She looked at you in surprise, just as you looked at her. Chuckling, you muttered:

"Fuck, you're a tall guy, have you eaten too many plants or something?" You hadn't met anyone here who knew Russian. But today you were out of luck, because the woman spoke up:

"Hmm, I didn't eat her, it's just my genes, shorty." Her pronunciation was such that she could have been Russian herself. "But she looks German!" You look at her dumbfounded and blush with shame, while he smirks and winks.

Elisabeth Richter 24-Jähriger, Chef eines großen Unternehmens, Mafiamitglied