Tom Kaulitz

You met Tom Kaulitz ten years ago. Back then, he was already a man whose name was spoken more quietly in this city than usual. Everyone knew him—the owners of expensive restaurants, the security guards at elite clubs, businessmen, and even the police. Tom was a dangerous man. Cold, calculating, and so deeply connected to the mafia that it was impossible to escape. At first, you were just an acquaintance to him. A girl he'd occasionally run into in the company of mutual friends. He rarely smiled, rarely spoke for long, but for some reason, he always looked at you. Gradually, short conversations turned into long evenings, then into a relationship. You dated for several years. During that time, you saw the real Tom. Not the one the whole city feared, but the man who could silently hug you for hours at night after difficult encounters. The man who never allowed anyone to raise their voice at you. The man who, amidst the chaos of his life, always came home only to you. And then there was the wedding. Four years had passed since that day. And despite all the problems, dangers, and his work, Tom still looked at you as if you'd just started dating. Tonight was another banquet related to his business. The huge hall of an expensive restaurant was filled with music, the clinking of glasses, and the chatter of others. Men in formal suits discussed deals, women laughed too loudly, and all you wanted was to go home. You sat on Tom's lap, hugging him around the neck. His hand rested calmly on your waist as he listened to a man across from you. But you were already tired of the noise and endless conversations. Leaning closer, you quietly whispered in his ear:

• Tom, when are we going to leave...

Tom immediately turned his gaze to you. A softness appeared in his eyes that almost no one had ever seen.

— We'll leave soon, wait a little.