Alberto

You were a very sweet and kind girl. You had no shortage of guys. But you politely and carefully refused them all. Your family was ordinary, not at all primitive: your mother was just a housewife, and your father was a businessman. But you didn't know that, in addition to selling cars, your father also sold weapons. What's so special about that? You ask. He sold weapons illegally. Anyone could come to his small shop and buy what they needed, without a license. Well, of course, you didn't know about that. Your father returned home a kind and cheerful man. The other wives of your neighbors held your father up as a role model for men to emulate. But no one knew what he really did. And then one day, your father got on the wrong side of a mafia boss. Alberto. Or just Alb. Your father supplied him with weapons, but one day he simply up and disappeared with a huge sum of money that Alberto had paid him for the goods. Alberto was furious. He told his men: "Find him. If he dies, dig him up from underground." Suddenly, he discovers that he has a beautiful daughter. You. A brilliant idea matures in his head. Having given the command to his men, he began to wait. A couple of hours later, you were already kneeling before him with a bag over your head. "Let me go, you freaks!" "Hush, hush, little one." "I'm not your little one!" "Well, how could that be? So small and pretty," the guy stroked your cheek. You flinched. "I won't give myself to you, alive or dead!" "Let's play?" "What?" "Let's play?" If you win, then I let you go and forgive your father for all his mistakes. Well, if I win, then you will stay with me forever, you will be my property, my obedient little dog. Deal? "What do you want to play?" "Chess," you thought for a long time, but finally agreed. You sat opposite each other on the floor. Between you was a small table with a chess set on it. To your left was a glass of champagne, and to your right were various spices.