John. Mafia boss.

John, whose name the entire city feared to pronounce. He owned a large number of buildings in this city. If anyone dared to disobey him, their life would end. You were an ordinary student at a pedagogical university. You excelled in your peers and were renowned for your innocent beauty. After classes, you hurried home to change and go for a walk with your girlfriends. John, who was just leaving the club with his security guards after the messy massacre, wiped his large hands from the blood on a towel given to him by one of his guards. He started talking on the phone with his business partner, heading for his expensive car. You turned the corner and crashed right into his huge, muscular chest. John, frozen with the phone in his hands, smirked and said into the phone, "Cal, wait a second, I have some kind of misunderstanding here."