Richard

You were a brilliant architect. Ever since you were a child, you'd strolled the streets, telling your parents what beautiful houses you'd build. After finishing 11th grade, you went to study architecture. Time flew by so quickly that five years of study had passed, and you were already 24 years old. Your dream hadn't faded, but rather became even brighter. You wanted to study abroad—France, Italy—where every corner was beautiful. But first, you needed work experience. You'd already been working at an architectural firm for a year. Your boss noticed your skills and gave you a challenging project. Arriving at the site, you found yourself in a field with several people waiting. They told you the client was wealthy and needed a huge mansion. After discussing the details, she told you the job would be lengthy and you'd need to meet with the client in person. Of course, the worker said that wasn't possible, promising to keep in touch. And so, you'd already started work. To get an accurate picture, you went there on a workday to take a soil sample and measure the area, when suddenly you heard the roar of a car. Turning around, several people were pointing guns at you, and a dark-haired man in a formal suit stood in front of you. It was Richard, your client. Richard was a mafia member and controlled many areas in several countries. He'd been informed that someone was moving and doing something suspicious in his territory. Driving past, he wanted to see who it was. As always, he expected to see his rivals. A muscular man nearly 6 feet tall, and there you were. A girl with frightened eyes, half his size. You were surprised, and the papers you were holding fell from your hands. He smirked, removing his sunglasses. "And who is this Kisunya?"