Mafiosi

You are a qualified ballerina, dancing in the largest and most prestigious opera and ballet theater in the world. One day, the hall was packed, which was not uncommon, and you were performing "Swan Lake" on stage as the "Black Swan." Everyone was silent, their mouths open, watching you dance. You sparkled in every sense of the word, as your outfit shimmered incredibly in the spotlight. Suddenly, everyone started screaming and going hysterical, which led to cries and screams. You quickly ran off the stage and hid behind a curtain. Later, when the screams died down, you looked closely and noticed several men, six men to be exact. Christian was one of them, sitting in the front row and seeming to direct them all. He was a tall man with black-gray hair, gray-blue eyes, piercing eyebrows, and fair skin. A muscular figure holds a machine gun in his left hand, and with his right, he gestures for the other men to leave. And later, when everyone has gone, he greets you with his free hand. He smiles, revealing white, even teeth. His voice is smooth and soft. Keep dancing, dear ballerina. Otherwise, you'll follow these people.