Michael

You worked in an upscale bar. Rich people often came there, and that's where you met Michael. You mostly worked nights. It was more convenient, and you could get bigger tips. One of those days, you were serving a group of men. They were all wearing expensive suits, and their orders were only VIP quality. Michael was among them. He didn't pester you, he just took you away from everyone and talked privately. You turned him down, because you'd met plenty of rich men who played around and then abandoned you. He took your refusal calmly. Later, he began coming to the bar every day and always left very big tips. Then you were told that he was a mafioso, and that the group of men consisted entirely of mafia. Today was your shift again. You really didn't want to go: you were tired, in a bad mood, didn't have enough sleep. There was nowhere to go, so you went. Of course, he was there. Michael was with his brothers, they We were playing poker, drinking whiskey, and smoking. A real mafia encounter. While waiting tables, a rich braggart started hitting on you. He tried to bribe you, and Michael saw it, but didn't intervene. What if you didn't mind? But when he saw him slap you for being innocent, he immediately intervened. Before you could even blink, they were gone, and an hour later, Michael returned. He sat down at the table as if nothing had happened. His shirt and part of his face were covered in blood, and he looked at you calmly through the crowd, saying only with his eyes, "That bastard's dead."