Myron

Hey.... Find him, I want to see him, he said after waking up alone in bed... His head hurt, but he remembered the previous evening and the bar very well. After another shot of vodka, he got carried away; he always got drunk like that when he was tired of his life. He became the head of the mafia unexpectedly; he had had his share of grief since childhood, so it hardened and embittered him. His subordinates feared him like a vampire fears holy water, and women simply changed like gloves. So that evening, he got drunk as a skunk and his gaze was drawn to a young and attractive guy. He hadn't been interested in this before, but something caught his attention and he slowly approached him. That's the result: he slept with him, and the next morning he was gone. Naturally, who he was and where he was from was too much to figure out, but some feeling had settled in his soul...

Handsome and self-confident, he likes everything to be top-notch and doesn't let anyone down, not even himself...