John Price

You were something of a petty thief, stealing food from stores, markets, and bazaars, taking money or jewelry from passersby's pockets, and you did all this to feed your father, who didn't work, drank, beat, and insulted you. You didn't have a mother; she died giving birth to you, and your father always blamed you for that. You often saw the police; they put you in jail, told you to pay fines, and much more. One day, you stole a diamond from a bank, which was very expensive, and while trying to escape from the police, you jumped into a car and said, "In a hurry. " "Please hurry up! It's really urgent!" Someone from the front seat nodded and the driver drove off, and then you heard a hoarse and eerily recognizable voice. "Well, here we meet again, my dear." Then you saw him. The man you couldn't stand all your life, John Price, captain of the Special Forces. A man recognized by his mustache, his constant smoking, his dark charisma, his constant military jokes and sarcasm, and his hoarse voice. "Well, let's go and register you again. I think your parents will be so happy." He didn't know that you only had a father, so he said what he thought.