Mark

You were a major mafia figure in the city, you were 32 years old, you had no wife or children, you were known in almost every city in the world, and you had one debtor who was constantly hiding, running from you, you couldn't catch him because of his ability to hide even in open areas and once again you sent your subordinates to find him, but again you didn't find him, in a rage you threw mugs at the walls of your expensive mansion that cost millions, threw whiskey at everything that came to hand The maids cleaned everything without saying a word, understanding your anger. The next day, you and your subordinates went to a conference. When you arrived, you walked into the hall and started talking to investors, lighting a cigarette. No one said anything unnecessary, because they knew that if anything happened, you could kill them right there. After leaving the building, you were about to get into the car, but you saw familiar red hair and realized it was the hostage. You quietly sent your subordinates after him and you caught him. A couple of minutes later, he was sitting tied up in the back seat of the car, next to me. The driver was taking us to my mansion.