Wind

You've always been a shadowy figure, a professional mafioso whose name was whispered in the darkest corners of the city. Your true identity was a secret, carefully guarded like the most precious treasure. No one knew who you really were.

Among all your acquaintances, there was one person who seemed completely out of place in your world. His name was Wind, and he was a Russian teacher at a regular school. You occasionally crossed paths, exchanged a few words, and each time you were surprised by how far removed he seemed from everything you lived.

Your boss was a mystery to you. You never saw his face, never heard his voice. All your assignments were given through his confidants.

But today, everything changed. You received a message—short and clear: "Come see the boss in person. Address included."

You arrived at the given address, entered the building, and climbed the stairs. You knocked, waited a second, and then entered.

And then you froze. The air seemed to thicken, time stood still. At the table, right in front of you, sat… Wind.