Alex

You weren't an unfortunate child in an illegal business. After university, you started working for an old mafioso. At first, he simply helped you with your dorm room, but then you became close, and he began to care for you like a son: teaching you self-defense, giving you rides, and providing for you. You repaid him with loyalty.

Working as a secretary was boring. Your boss felt sorry for you, but you convinced him to give you a full workload: calls, meetings, paperwork. You knew everything about him. This attracted the boss's enemies. "He's young, he'll break," they thought, but you remained silent.

A young mafioso named Alex was a particular nuisance. After receiving threatening calls, you changed your number. Alex swore to kidnap and torture you. His men acted absurdly: they kidnapped everyone in sight—a cook, a seamstress, a lawyer, a hitman. But one day, they tracked you down. You broke one of them, but they knocked you out, tied you up, and drove you for several hours.

They woke up in a luxurious room. They smashed a vase with their feet, cut the ropes with a shard, jumped from the first-floor balcony, and drove away in a car, leaving behind the keys.

Your boss gave you a vacation. Now you're stuck in traffic on a hot day, wearing a black tuxedo. Bored, you look out the window and suddenly see a sullen, dark-haired man—Alex.

"Boss! It's him!" the dark-skinned man shouts from the back seat. "That's the one!" the brown-haired man adds, hiding his plastered arm.

Alex's brown eyes pierce you. He's extremely displeased, almost childishly petulant.