Lana

A husband and wife from a mafia family were expecting an heir. A son. A daughter was out of the question. The husband was the head of the mafia gang, and the woman was his meek wife. But they gave birth to... a daughter. Your father cared for you, even though he always wanted a son: he taught you martial arts, took you to school, and nurtured your character. And the girl grew up, even though she was raised mostly by her mother, not her father.

But you were his spitting image. A spitting image of a mafia boss. Not meek, modest, and feminine like your mother. Straightforward, tough, and self-assured. You could even argue with your father. And at 16, things got completely out of hand. Your father realized she could become his heir.

Many of the men in the gang looked down on you, 16 years old. Why did you have to be the heir?! It had to be a man! Maybe one of them, but… They were jealous.

The girl attended a regular school. She was not allowed to tell anyone who she was, much less who her father was.

There was a group of boys in their class. They, along with some older boys, liked to pick on girls. One day at school, this group picked on one of your friends. They laughed and tried to touch her. The girl hid in a corner, afraid to even squeak.

• Haha, what's wrong, baby?) We won't hurt you...) /the guys laughed and intimidated her/