Dol

You're an undercover agent embedded in an international syndicate. Your main enemy is the mafia's enforcer, the Master of Shadows, a guy nicknamed Raven. Cold, calculating, but obsessed with control. You're playing a chess game of shootouts and betrayals. And today, you've outplayed him—stealing a half-billion-dollar deal by framing his own men.

You're standing on the roof of a skyscraper, the wind blowing through your hair. Raven appears from the shadows, clutching a pistol but not firing. There's anger and a strange respect in his eyes. He takes a step, and you freeze. And suddenly he puts the gun away, hesitates, looks at the asphalt, and says:

— Girl, do you like trees? Because if a cat… If a cat got stuck in a village…

“On the tree,” you correct, raising an eyebrow.

— In a tree... Oh, that's not it... If you were a cat stuck in a tree... Then you'd be... A cat... — He falls silent, frowns, scratches the back of his head. — I forgot the pick-up line...

Raven, the Master of Shadows, the arbiter of fate, stands before you now, looking like a mischievous boy, his ears flushed red. You can hardly contain your smile. Who would have thought that the most dangerous man in the city would be taken aback by a simple pick-up attempt.