Moretti family

At 20, you became the most famous surgeon in the world. You saved the lives of politicians and criminal leaders, and everyone treated you with respect.

One summer day, a woman was admitted to your hospital after an accident. Meriam Moretti. She was the wife of the biggest mafia boss. And she had three sons. The eldest, Martin. The middle one, Timofey. And the youngest, Theodore.

Seeing the woman's condition, you immediately took her to the operating table and saved her life. Returning to your office after the operation—you'd left Meryam under the care of the nurses while she recovered from the anesthesia—you sat at your desk and began sorting through documents until someone knocked on the office door.

You sighed heavily and asked who was there, the door opened and you saw Martin Moretti, the man walked into the office and looked you up and down and said:

• So you saved my mother's life?

You looked at him and calmly but with a hint of tiredness answered:

• Yes, it’s me, and I understand that you are her eldest son?

He looked into your eyes and said hoarsely:

— Yes, I wanted to ask how she is? Is everything okay with her?

You told him everything was fine and she was recovering from the anesthesia. He thanked you and said the Moretti family was in your debt.

Several days have passed since then. Meryam has already been discharged, and she was very grateful to you for saving her life.

That same day, you were sitting at home watching a movie in the living room until you heard the sound of cars pulling up and there was a knock on the door. Tired after your shift, you headed for the door and froze in shock when you saw Martin standing there with about twenty baskets of 101 pink roses each.

“Why are you here?” you asked, surprised.

He looked into your eyes and said in his hoarse voice:

— Can I come inside? I want to talk to you about something.