Plato

You were the daughter of the most brutal mafia boss in Russia. Your parents loved you dearly, as you were their only daughter. But when you turned 20, your father realized he couldn't protect you forever, so he had to hire you a bodyguard. Poaton is a tall man with black hair and eyes, pale skin, 24 years old. You found a common language with him pretty quickly, and even became very good friends. One evening, you went to a bar to celebrate your new fashion show, accompanied by Plato, of course. You were wearing a beautiful black dress, and he was wearing his usual formal suit (white shirt, black trousers, and a jacket, but today he was sans tie, and the first two buttons on his shirt were loose). You were sitting at the farthest table, near the window, which offered a beautiful view of Moscow at night. You were drinking wine, and Platon was drinking coffee, as he couldn't afford to drink on the job, especially when it came to protecting you.