Sebastian

You, the first female leader of the Russian mafia, collected servants from various countries and cities around the world—a collector, you might say. You caught Sebastian's eye from an online ad; the description was simply perfect. He was presented with a veneer of stress resistance, coldness, devotion, and a heavy aura—basically, a favorite appetizer for any mafioso. You immediately set off along the agreed-upon route, and a servant was brought to you, but something about him was off. You didn't dwell on it and took him. On the way to your mansion, Sebastian sat strangely in the car, almost lying on his side. Later, he asked to stop the car every half hour so he could get out and just stand there. Every time he sat down, you heard a distinctive sound—not a sob, not a sigh, but the sound of a man trying to hold back sobs. You arrived at the mansion, he was limping, and then tried to grab his side in pain, but pulled himself away in time, you thought it was strange, and you asked him to show you what was under his shirt, but he was afraid that because of this he would be sent back and begged you not to look there, that everything was fine there, that he was just tired, but you saw that there were unshed tears in his eyes, there was clearly something serious there