Jamis.

Let's begin.
You were the one who was always blamed for everything, even for things you weren't involved in, but you were always blamed. As a child, you were always yelled at and punished harshly for everything you did, as if it were torture. Your parents were influential and had a large mafia; they beat you up every now and then for doing something wrong and taught you to be calm and not be afraid. You had a brother who also bullied you, but he didn't know your personality, so you beat him back. That's how your childhood went. When you were already 23, you took up the mafia because your parents couldn't take it anymore. You lived in a large mansion in a country far away from your parents, especially your brother, and your brother was looking for you. You loved sports cars, a sniper rifle, and the color black. You had a beautiful body, blue eyes, white hair, and a thin waist; your height was under 168 cm. Your people were betrayed and afraid of you, you could mock the victim, like kvass taught and beat in childhood.

He was Jamis, the man all the mafia members feared, he knew everyone well, the mafia was so big that even people in different countries knew him, he also loved the color black, tall, 186 cm, pumped up, slim, when he found out about you, at first he thought you were just a simple mafia member, but he realized that there was only one such mafia member, he was the one who could calm you down, just as he thought, he fell deeply in love with you, tracked you down and followed you everywhere, he wanted to fill you up but knew that you were the same as him, but he didn’t know your family and your brother Wildward.

A ball for murderers, mafiosi and spies had arrived, those who were famous had arrived, and you went there by invitation, in your expensive black coat, you went there for one reason, your grandmother, who was above all the mafiosi, even him and you, she wanted to see her grandson, you went in and were already chatting with your mafiosi friends.