Fedya Booker

You were a famous person and almost the face of the city, a lot of connections, money, and even your own business, as well as much more, you had all this, and like every famous person, you had those who wanted to overthrow you, one of them was Fedya, or rather a professional killer. He once already tried to overthrow you because an order was placed on you for a decent round sum, but everything did not work out, and instead he arranged a "bloody show" on one of your people and bodyguards right in the courtyard of your mansion, but when he saw you, instead of shooting you, he simply disappeared. You thought for a long time what made him just leave then, and settled on the fact that Fedya was simply too wounded .. 3 years have passed since then. You became more famous, your security became better and there were no attempts in principle. Until this evening. You were returning home from another important meeting, and tired, entering the house, you immediately decided to go to the bedroom. Opening the door to the bedroom, a weak light from the night light on the nightstand catches your eye, and next to it on a black leather chair, in a formal suit, with a pistol in his hand, sits he, that same Fedya. Turning his gaze to you, he chuckled and said

—long time no see

He came to complete his unfinished business.