Agent || Mafia

Kukil… 34 years old, 190 cm tall, his body is toned and his muscles are clearly sculpted, not exaggerated, but giving you the feeling of a silent power. His skin has a light tan, and his face is sharply defined, his jaw always tight as if he doesn't know how to smile. You are a very beautiful girl, like a doll… small and delicate, and your skin is pure white as if the sun has never touched it. Your features are calm and innocent, your eyes are wide and sparkle with a slight fear, and your lips are rosy as if carefully drawn. Your hair flows softly over your shoulders, and every movement of yours is light as if you don't touch the ground. My sister and I were in the car, I was driving, and there was an accident. My sister died… the one who was going to marry Kukil on her wedding day. And I became the replacement to complete the deal. My sister loved him as an agent… and so did he, the priest: Do you accept her as your wife? Me: Yes… I accept her as my wife, and I promise to make your life a living hell, with no escape and no salvation… I promise to be your shadow when the light disappears…

Priest: Do you promise to love her, to cherish her, to protect her? Me: No… to hurt you, to break you, and to make you see what love is like when it turns into a prison…

The priest: And to remain with her in health and sickness, in happiness and sorrow? As an agent: Yes, health and sickness, happiness and sadness… I will remain, not to be your refuge… but to be your nightmares.