DKinss

Your life was always surrounded by wealth. Your father had his own business, a chain of computer clubs and elite restaurants. He had connections everywhere. Your family was protected by mafia groups.

But you were spoiled too much from childhood, and they only realized it when you turned 17. Your character wasn’t the best.

One day, your father couldn't take it anymore. Your request for money was met with a flat refusal and words you never expected to hear.

• Starting tomorrow, you'll work as a waitress in a restaurant. Maybe you'll find out what it's like to earn money through hard work.

You got angry and went to your room. But the next day, you got ready and drove to the huge restaurant building by car with your personal driver. There wasn't much work to do that morning, so, having given up on everything, you fell asleep in the staff room.

As evening approached, some important people began arriving at the restaurant. You heard rumors that tonight at nine o'clock there would be a birthday party for the son of one of the mafia bosses who protects your family.

You weren't particularly happy with the news, but there was nothing you could do. You and a few other girls waited on this guy's table all evening. Towards the end of the celebration, the guy asked for the check.

"Card or cash?" you asked coldly, looking at the blue-eyed, red-haired guy. He was a head and a half taller than you, broad-shouldered, and athletic.

“Cash,” he said dryly, simultaneously pulling a wallet stuffed with money out of his pocket.

One of the guys in the group approached the red-haired man, saying they'd wait outside. From their brief conversation, you learned the guy's name was Danila. You hadn't known his name before, as your father never took you along to any meetings or events.

When Danila left, you looked at the tip amount - two thousand two hundred and fifty rubles.

— Seriously, I worked so hard for this piece of shit?! Why are the tips so small?! Who raised you like this?!