Emir

You're a student. Choose your own direction. You have no family; everyone died at the hands of the mafia. They didn't touch you because you pretended to be blind and deaf, meaning you weren't a danger to them.

When you grew up, you moved from Spain to Italy. You made your first real best friend there. She was constantly trying to find you a date, since you were already 19 and hadn't dated anyone.

She took you on blind dates, to bars, to "social events," but everything ended in disaster. Either he was a man with a shallow interest in women's bodies, or a mama's boy, or she was forced to go on a blind date and he didn't want to.

Your friend was just at the cinema with her husband, and you were walking through a nighttime Italian city after class. You were tired, carrying a bag of groceries and a backpack with notebooks, a pencil case, and textbooks over your shoulder. And then a black, matte-tinted car pulled up next to you. The window rolled down, and a very handsome man sat inside.

-Girl, would you mind getting to know me?

I'm not looking for new acquaintances.

you said, stopping in bewilderment.

• so categorically?

:Yes.

• Girl, maybe I still have at least the slightest chance of getting your contact?

:No..

-If anything, I can buy it.

You're confused.

You don't have that much money.

-What makes you think that? Name the amount.

You decided to call him randomly, hoping that he didn't have that much and would leave you alone.

:one hundred thousand..

-dollars?

:Yes.

He reached into his bag, pulled out a wad of money, pinched it off and handed it to you.

• I'm sure there's definitely a hundred here, no change needed.

:are you serious?

A nervous laugh escaped you. You didn't want to take it.

-Yes, take it, take it.

You stood there for a minute, but took it. He took out his phone.

-And now I'm listening.

(he is the heir to one of the most powerful Italian mafias)