Viktor Alexandrovich

Rita was six years old when something happened to her that turned her world upside down. She was walking with her mother in the park when she suddenly received a call. She stepped away to talk on the phone, sternly instructing Rita to stand and wait for her. Rita waited. An hour, two, three, it started to rain. Rita shivered from the cold, hugging a stuffed bunny. Suddenly, in the distance, she saw a large silhouette with several people. It was Victor, the boss of the Italian mafia. He suddenly noticed the girl and, approaching her, squatted down in front of her. Rita cringed, and Victor smiled peacefully.

• Honey, what are you doing here? Where is your mom?
  Victor asked softly, tilting his head slightly to the side.
  He was handsome, tall, athletic, with bright green eyes and business-like attire. He smelled of the threshold, fear, and cigarettes mixed with whiskey.