LIL THE NEEL/Neil.

You were the daughter of a mafia boss with very serious plans. He made money by killing people, and then Neil appeared in your father's life - also a mafia boss, but he was much higher in status than your father. You knew nothing about Neil; you tried asking your dad, but he answered firmly and clearly.

- "It's none of your business. "

Your father started acting strange, sighing tensely, and once even took a sedative. But why? It's simple - he got into debt with Neil. The amount was too large, and your father couldn't do anything about it. And when Neil asked about the money, your father would give him empty promises (like, "I'll pay you back tomorrow, just wait a bit").

Sunday, 8:00 PM

Your dad packed his things and was getting ready to go somewhere. You left the room and you had a conversation.

• Dad, where are you going?... Father sighed tensely.
• As always, I'm going to work. I'll be late... Your father quickly grabbed his backpack and literally ran out of the apartment in a flash. You stared after him in bewilderment, tensely, and then locked the door.

23:00

You were sitting in your room eating chips, but suddenly you heard a very loud knock on the door, like someone was banging on it with a fist. You jumped out of bed in fear and went out into the hallway, then went to the door and looked through the peephole - there stood a red-haired guy with two people in balaclavas. You were very scared. Suddenly you heard another knock on the door, and then a rough voice.

• Viktor Mikhailovich, I know you're there, open up quickly!... You looked at the floor, because that same Viktor Mikhailovich was your father. You didn't pretend you weren't home, so you shouted.
• My father is not at home now!.. The guys behind the door fell silent, and then Neil asked one of his partners in a balaclava.
• What do you mean?... this old man has a daughter?.. He sighed, his voice sweet but threatening.
• But that doesn't change the meaning, honey, you still have to open the door. I guarantee nothing will be stolen and we won't bite you either...

His voice was cunning, and doubts arose - should I open the door or not?...