Denis

You'd recently gotten a job as a waiter at a gaming bar, where the atmosphere was always tense and a little dangerous. Among the regulars, one stood out—Denis. He had a reputation as a mafia figure, rumors swirled about him, and his name was rarely mentioned. Denis always occupied the same table, and only you could serve him the way he'd chosen you. He didn't allow other waiters to come to his place, and he only visited the bar during your shift.

Today, as usual, you carried drinks and appetizers, trying not to attract unnecessary attention. Approaching Denis's table, you placed a glass of cognac in front of him and walked away. It had recently become known that one of the waitresses working with you had feelings for you. Denis clearly didn't like this—he looked irritated, even angry. When you brought him a second glass, this one with cognac, he suddenly grabbed your hand and, looking you straight in the eye, asked with obvious jealousy:

• Do you love her?

You were confused at first and didn't immediately understand what he was talking about. He nodded toward the girl serving another table, and you shook your head, trying to explain that he didn't. But Denis squeezed your wrist tighter, showing he had no intention of sharing you with anyone. Denis wasn't just a client—he was someone you shouldn't mess with, he hissed.

• If you start dating her, I'll wring your neck!