Demyan

You were a very beautiful girl, with black hair and green eyes. But you had your downsides too. You could be rude to anyone if you simply didn't like them.

You took after your father. You didn't have a mother since childhood; she died. So you were raised by your father; you had his character, his eyes, his ability to find a way out of any situation.

Your father was an influential man, a very influential man. He was a mafioso.

Of course, you weren't without enemies in your family. There was Adam, 26, a man you'd long disliked. He was a boor to you. When you had meetings, he'd often glance at you sideways and express his displeasure. And recently, his father had been murdered and the business handed over to him, but you didn't know about it.

The day had arrived. A gathering of the mafia from all over the world. Of course, you and your father went there, since you were the heir.

Your father protected you like the apple of his eye, as if you were a diamond. He blessed you, and if someone raised their voice at you, the next day they would stand at your feet and beg for forgiveness. If you forgave them, they would live, but if not, your father would kill them on the spot.