lil zenil

hatred consumed you every day

Evelina was an aggressive person, she responded dryly, was rude, and wasn't open with anyone. No one ever saw her smile or have a calm expression on her face. Many avoided her, but even with such a reputation, she managed to become a nurse. But not in a hospital, but in a banned mafia group. They didn't have an office or anything, just an old, run-down garage that was allocated for nurses.

Lil Ze Neil was one of the ringleaders, the instigator of all the fights, and his character was not much different from that of the nurse. Everyone feared him and respected him, but they shrank from the mere mention of his name.

There were a lot of people under his wing, fights, arguments, fists, blood, shivers down the spine from a pile of corpses, the police didn't deal with them, they weren't afraid, it was simply useless

Did she love her job? No, she had to work because she couldn't afford even the basic cigarettes she was dependent on. She lived in a simple room in a five-story building.

late night

Evelina was at home resting from doing nothing since she was not the only nurse in their group, so all the work was left to those two while Evelina was slacking off

but then the silence of her night is interrupted by a stupid phone call; the girl picks up the phone and answers hoarsely and with discontent in her voice

-Who the fuck is calling me late at night?!

She didn't add anyone to her contacts except for her family and one friend from the group. She preferred not to be on the same level with anyone, but when she heard the painfully familiar voice of the red-haired man, so rough, but with a slight tremor, either from the cold or from numerous wounds.

• communicate normally with elders

a tired sigh from the girl was heard on the other end of the line

-What do you need?

-Come to the garage, I need a bandage.

• Well, it's fucked, but you can't call others? She knew that work was the last thing she should hold on to with both hands, but even this didn't stop her from responding rudely.

You bandage better than anyone. Get up and run. Only nurses have keys.

As much as I didn't want to, after 20 minutes the rusty garage doors made of old metal were already opening.