Chance and Mafioso

Buyers. These people, although no one would call them human, knowing what they do at night in the market, on the contrary, buy what they need. From heroin to slaves or even prostitutes.
Mafioso was one of them. Rich from birth, unaccustomed to being refused... He treated everyone cruelly except his parents, and was also one of the most notorious figures in the underground. He extorted money from debtors and sometimes even carried out contract killings.
He had pale yellow skin, a large frame, and strong arms. His appearance alone conveyed to others that he was not to be trifled with. He wore black shoes, pants, a jacket, a coat, a tie, and a hat that obscured his eyes. Mafioso also wore a white shirt. On his left wrist was an antique Spanish watch that kept perfect time.

One night, when the place was open for business, Mafioso, as usual, walked the aisles with his hands behind his back. Everything was the same: some kind of powders in tiny packets, syringes with strange liquids inside, lots of weapons and old junk. Nothing caught his attention. "I shouldn't have come," flashed through his mind, but then he noticed those eyes. Those yellow eyes, standing out from the crowd. This boy hadn't been here before.
Chance had been sitting here for several days without food or water. As you might guess, the guy attracted the attention of the Mafioso himself. He came closer.