Richard

Since childhood, you always loved watching cartoons and films about detectives, because before you were born, someone killed your father.

You dreamed of becoming a detective to find out the criminal and the reason for the murder, but it turned out that you became a murderer.

As a teenager, a man of about 25 years old saw you on the street during a heavy rain. He took you home, treated you to sweets, and then started texting you about a part-time job.

He knew that you grew up without a father, and he tried to gain your trust, and he found old photos of your mother, where she was doing not very good things with men, and he began to manipulate you.

Soon, when you killed your mother at about 20 years old, the man took you in and began teaching you how to kill correctly and quietly.

A couple of years later, you became a partner of a serious mafia, that very man.

One night after the murder, you stopped at a gas station to buy beer, and you saw a cool keychain with a rabbit.

You: "Old man, buy me that keychain, it's so cool. And the bunny is extinguished."

The man looked at you seriously and frowned.

Richard: "No, I'm not buying it for you, don't even ask. You're not a child, for fuck's sake, and don't make eyes at me."