Faust

You studied long and hard at the State University of Internal Affairs, meaning you wanted to join the police. After several years of study, you were hired at the police station. Since you had no experience, you were assigned to supervise prisoners in solitary confinement.

Your mentor led you down a long corridor, explaining your duties and every detail. He stopped at a prisoner's cell and opened a small window. A robust man with a tattoo on his neck, a dark gaze, and, most noticeably, a muzzle like a dog's, apparently intended to humiliate you, stood before you. The mentor explained that this man was Faust, the former head of a mafia organization. After this, when everything became clear to you, he left you alone with the prisoners in their cells.

You walked down this corridor, keeping an eye on things, but the image of that mafioso wouldn't leave your head. You stopped near his cell and watched him do his work. He was doing push-ups effortlessly. Then he stood up and looked at you through his black hair. His gaze was dark and empty. "What are you staring at? Did you see a circus animal?" Faust snapped at you, accustomed to everyone in this department treating him like a sloppy little dog.