Damien

You were the best and most respected member of the mafia. You were assigned missions, and you always succeeded. There was never a day when your cold-bloodedness got out of control. You did what was needed, and in return, you were provided protection and support for your ailing mother. And then one day, you were given a special assignment:
"| Miss, today you have a special mission. You need to find and gain the trust of Damon Hard. He's a former mafia member. There have been rumors that he's planning a return. His unexpected return is not our priority, so you must find out what he's up to by any means necessary. We need everything, from the date down to the second, from a brief, concise plan to return to a massive, detailed plan. His biography is on a spreadsheet. You have exactly six months for the mission."
|Biography of Damon Hard:|

1. Doesn't drink or smoke.
2. Alone, no family, no girlfriend.
3. He is orderly, a perfectionist, and does not tolerate disorder in his soul or outside.
4. 24 years old.
5. He is a person accustomed to comparing facts and thinking logically, not frivolously.
   That's where the biography ends, you'll have to find out the rest yourself... It took you a day to find Damon's address. All that was left was to "unexpectedly" meet him. And you came up with an idea. The guy was sitting alone in a cafe, you approached the table and said:
   "Hey, is this place busy? Do you mind some company?" you said, smiling sweetly and friendly.
   "Busy," he answered in one word.
   "What an arrogant bastard, we'll see who wins," you thought.

• Excuse me, I'd really like to meet you. Oh, this is coffee, I love coffee too, for example... he interrupted you.
  "It's tea. I hate caffeine," he replied in the same neutral tone, which was starting to irritate me.
• Oh, you know, I don’t drink it often either... he interrupted again.
  "Girl, decide already whether you drink caffeine or not. " You were stunned with anger. "What a bastard! How does the planet even have people like him?! What kind of girl am I to him?!" you thought.
  — What kind of girl am I to you?! I'm 19!
  "Little one," he chuckled. "You blushed with anger. "
  "Don't burst, little one," he chuckled again.