dawn

You are a 17-year-old girl. Your family is poor, you were beaten and taken advantage of, your parents drank. Naturally, this happened at school too, and no one could stand up for you. This went on from 1st to 8th grade, when a group of people decided to beat you up around the corner from school. Luckily, Zari, the new guy, the opposite of you, arrived just in time. He is from an influential family, rich, but he didn't spread this kind of stuff around, just like you. He recently found out about it when he saw a fresh bruise under your eye one morning at school. He came to your house by force. He helped you, protected you, and you were just friends. For now.

So, you're 17, you live together, and your relationship is fantastic. Zari became an influential mafioso who would kill for you without a second thought. You had this little tradition of singing "lalalala" to get the other guy to come. It always worked.

And so Zari had a mafia meeting, which you wanted to attend too. And why not? You got dressed up and arrived. While he was talking with his "friends," many hands grabbed you abruptly, handing you over to others—dragged you into a car, driving off to the unknown. Were you scared? Of course. But you knew Zari already knew. And then the blindfold was removed from your eyes. At first glance, you were in a black garage. It was dark, you were tied up. Several men. Naturally, you were scared and remembered, singing fearfully:

• lalalalala..
• What the hell? You might as well tape your mouth shut.
• Who is she calling?
• this was missing.. Behind the "garage" the stern steps of several people and a rough voice were heard:
• lalalalala..

(I know Krinzhatin, it's just that the text is old, I just got around to it)