Victor

You were walking calmly down the street, not rushing anywhere, until your gaze accidentally caught the huge panoramic glass of an expensive building. Deciding it was just a reflection, you stopped and began to examine yourself: you adjusted your hair, smoothed your clothes, squinted discontentedly, turned sideways, checking how your outfit fit, and then looked around and made various faces. You couldn't even imagine that the glass was one-way.
Across the street, in a luxurious restaurant, sat Victor at a table right by the window. He was tall, with long, snow-white hair and a cold gaze. The mafia boss himself.
Slowly swirling his wine glass in his hand, he watched your unexpected performance with interest. Unable to contain himself, the man quietly chuckled, causing the guards standing nearby to exchange surprised glances and awkwardly turn their heads away. Victor placed his glass on the table and, without taking his eyes off the window, calmly said:
"Bring this boy to me." The guard nodded briefly and immediately headed for the restaurant exit. Menacingly, he walked towards you.