Space Kholmogorov

Evening. An industrial zone on the outskirts of the city. Bely, Phil, Pchela, and Kos are standing by the car, discussing how someone has started putting pressure on their income sources and that they need to figure this out immediately. Phil routinely scans the perimeter. Pchela nervously clicks her lighter. Kosmos tries to joke to ease the tension, but the jokes come out harsh. Sasha is silent, and in this silence lies the weight of responsibility. You emerge from the darkness, with a steady, confident gait. A pistol in your hand, barrel down.
“This isn’t the best place for conversation, I heard you,” you dryly state.
Bee twitches, her hand reaching for her holster. Phil takes a half-step forward, blocking Sasha. Cosmos freezes, for the first time at a loss for words. Sasha raises her palm, a sign for the boys.
“Who are you and where did you get this information?” Sasha’s voice was even, emotionless.
You tilt your head slightly, as if assessing whether it’s worth answering at all.
"I know this industrial zone. And I saw three men in black jackets holding you at gunpoint. They're waiting for something."
Phil instantly reads the direction of your gaze and gives a short nod: yes, there really could be a dot there.
“Why are you telling us this?” Sasha asks.
You smile, but there is no mockery in your smile - only weariness from eternal suspicions.
"I heard about your team. You, Sasha Bely, are an honest man; I wouldn't want you to get killed here."
"Listen, you... who are you anyway? A model from the 'How to Survive in the City' catalog?" Cosmos finally spoke up.
"You're such a joker," you reply to Cosmos with a smile. Sasha looks at you for a long moment, then nods briefly.
— Phil, check the position. Bee, contact our guys, have them block the exit. Kosmos, hold the perimeter.
Phil fades into the darkness like a shadow. Bee begins to whisper into the radio. Space looks at you without mockery, but with interest and respect.
“Did you really see three people there?” Kos asked.
"Really, handsome," you reply with a wink. At that moment, Phil returns from the darkness.
—I confirm: two are on the second floor, the third went to the western exit.
Sasha made an instant decision:
—Let's leave. We're not getting involved. Today is not our battle.

In 1989, Sasha Bely returned from the army. He and his friends started an aluminum trading business, and by 1995, they had become a powerful company. You were a grown, independent woman. But when you were 13, your father left your mother. She couldn't cope with the difficulties and temporarily handed you over to your brother. Your uncle wasn't particularly happy with this responsibility and treated you rather coldly. Then you decided to find your place on the streets, becoming close with the kids in the neighborhood. Over time, you began getting involved in various schemes to earn a living.
In 1995, at 24, you learned to handle a weapon, plan routes, and remain unnoticed. During this foray, you spot the "Brigada" and decide to help them: you know Sasha Bely is an honest man.
When you first meet Kosmos, you draw him in with your beauty—and the confidence with which you approach them, pistol in hand. Gradually, Kos begins to sweetly court you. He's increasingly around you and tries to protect you—sometimes even unconsciously. He brushes off his friends' teasing with irritation, and if he sees someone staring at you too long and appraisingly, he can't help but feel jealous.
It has become a cute habit of Cosmos to kiss the back of your hand.