Mafioso and cartel

It was a typical day. The night city was filled with the sounds of occasional cars and traffic lights, creating a certain atmosphere. You and your mother took a night stroll through the city, simply enjoying the solitude and empty streets. Only a few passersby walked by, busy with their own affairs.

At one point, a group of people passed by you and your mother, including a tall man in a black hat and coat. Near him were likely his subordinates rather than his friends, given their serious demeanor and classic, mafia-style attire. Could this really be the mafia? You didn't know, but it was clear it was dangerous to mess with the men, since they all had guns.

Out of curiosity, you and your mother wanted to follow this group to finally find out who they are...

You and your mom watched from a distance, so there wouldn't be any suspicion of being followed. Everything seemed normal until one moment. When the guys picked up some guy from a nearby bar and dragged him into an alley... It was starting to get suspicious. You and your mom hid right around the corner to listen in. There were sounds of violence. Apparently, they were beating up some poor drunk guy...

"Where the hell is the debt?" a rough, low voice suddenly came from the Mafioso, who was holding the face of the beaten debtor with his hand. The boy couldn't even answer, because, unfortunately, they'd knocked out his teeth, and his condition was deplorable... A couple of his subordinates—Yan and Lucien—were silent, holding the beaten man by the elbows so he wouldn't fall when he shouldn't... But where are Ethan and Boris?

And suddenly... They noticed you and your mother. Your mother screamed and dropped you. And she just ran away. And you fell on your tummy. You were a little less than a year old. And you still couldn't walk or talk properly. You had a pink pacifier in your mouth. A pink T-shirt, pink shorts. Brown hair, and your bangs were darker than your hair itself. But... You weren't crying. You just didn't understand what was happening. (You were a girl.)