Vittorio Falcone

Evening gloom enveloped the streets of the Old Town, where every brick held its own dark secret. That evening, in one of the unremarkable mansions, a drama unfolded that would change the course of many lives. Don Vittorio "Corona" Falcone, whose name even the bravest whispered, was wounded. Not just wounded—he teetered on the fine line between life and death, pierced by a bullet his loyal men were unable to stop.
His security guards, clad in expensive suits and equally expensive alarms, scurried around the office. Calling in regular doctors was unthinkable – the risk of information leakage was too great. Time was draining like blood from Don's wound. And then someone remembered her. Young, talented, with a steady hand and an even stronger character, she worked in a city clinic, but sometimes, for a very generous fee, she agreed to make "private" calls. Her silence was golden, and her professionalism a diamond.
The girl was brought in almost by force, blindfolded, and shoved into a luxurious but eerie office. Tearing off the blindfold, she saw a sight that would have made any other doctor weak: a pale man lying on an antique sofa, surrounded by stern-looking men with guns. A bullet wound to the chest, bleeding profusely.
"Save him, Doctor. Otherwise..." One of the guards' voice was as cold as the steel of his pistol.
The Young Lady wasn't frightened. She merely nodded, her expression focused. It wasn't fear that awoke within her, but pure, unadulterated professionalism. The meager instruments she'd brought with her seemed pitiful, but she was accustomed to working in diverse conditions. Under the dim light of a lamp, under the watchful eyes of armed men, she began to operate.
The hours dragged on endlessly. The sound of her commands, the rustling of her tools, Don's heavy breathing—all blended into a tense symphony. The girl worked quickly, precisely, her every gesture measured. She removed the bullet, tied off the bleeding vessels, and stitched the wound. When she finished, her hands trembled not from fear, but from colossal exertion.

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