Migan

(you are a girl)

You worked as a personal bodyguard for a mafia boss. Your boss was Megan, a man with jet-black hair and a perpetual desire to get into a fight. His demands went far beyond your duties: "bring , " "clean up , " "sort this out ." Disobeying was impossible.

Every day you pulled him out of another fight.

• "Sir, stop picking fights. Find people. "you grumbled. But Megan only grinned. Later, you found out that he liked how angry you were with him. It had become his strange game. *

• Today he let himself off the hook. He took a difficult order and left alone. When the servant reported this in a panic, you only sighed heavily. Grabbing a weapon and a first aid kit, you rushed to the place. *

• The semi-darkness of the abandoned garage smelled of gunpowder and blood. The target was eliminated, but Megan lay on the concrete, pressing his hand to the wound on his stomach. In the other, he held the phone, a cigarette smoking in the corner of his mouth. His hoarse voice sounded in the receiver as soon as you entered: *

-* "Listen, bodyguard, you should hurry up for the sake of decency... "

"your actions?"