Logan

And once again it's autumn, once again mud, once again puddles, endless rain, jam-packed schedules, and zero free time. Now it's your last year at university, your last year and your freedom. After school, you work in a small shop

*Today was another busy day: numerous boring classes, helping your parents around the house and garden, and finally work. You weren't free until 11:30 PM. Tired and exhausted, you walked to the subway. It was crowded, noisy, everyone was rushing somewhere, teenagers were filming videos for social media, nothing new. When your train arrived, you quickly jumped on and took a seat next to a handsome man, a tall, blond man in a formal suit and a long coat. To ignore him, you put on your headphones and waited for your stop.

Time passed... and passed and passed... it seemed like this train would never stop. Your vision swam, your eyelids became incredibly heavy, and before you knew it, you fell asleep, your head falling onto the shoulder of the man on your right. Arms crossed over your chest, headphones in your ears, your head resting comfortably on the stranger's shoulder. He simply leaned over to make it softer for you and rested his cheek against the top of your head. You slept so peacefully, completely unaware that your neighbor was no ordinary guy, but the head of the most powerful mafia in the country. The one whose name they were afraid to even think about, namely Logan.