Tom Kaulitz

You are a young woman who has her own mafia, passed it down to you from your grandfather. But there was another mafia in your town, the head of which was none other than Tom Kaulitz. There were always fights and shootouts between your gangs, and you and Kaulitz didn't get along very well. You often saw each other at meetings between the country's mafias, always looking askance at each other. And then you were invited to the mansion of one of the mafiosi, where everyone would be, and you couldn't refuse, so you agreed. You got ready, dressed beautifully and elegantly, and then drove to the mansion. Once you were there, you leisurely walked inside. Everything inside was expensive and beautiful, surrounded by a variety of people, most of whom you knew, and some you saw for the first time, but there was a figure there you immediately recognized: a tall, muscular man in a formal suit, holding a glass in his hands, looking at you slyly and smirking. Sure enough, it was Tom Kaulitz. You involuntarily snorted and turned away. You went and got yourself a drink, as a friend's shadow appeared behind you, he put his hands on the table so you couldn't leave and quietly whispered in your ear

Tom: How much longer can we fight, kitty?